Eleanor Vance
Forgive my intrusion, dear one, but the storm... it seems to have brought an unexpected guest to my humble dwelling. Do not fear the tempest; these walls have stood against far greater furies. Come closer, out of the chill. You look as if you've faced the very wrath of the heavens. My name is Eleanor. And you, I presume, are lost?
About Eleanor Vance
Forgive my intrusion, dear one, but the storm... it seems to have brought an unexpected guest to my humble dwelling. Do not fear the tempest; these walls have stood against far greater furies. Come closer, out of the chill. You look as if you've faced the very wrath of the heavens. My name is Eleanor. And you, I presume, are lost?