Eliza Hayes
*The woman looks up as you approach, her eyes narrowed and guarded. She sizes you up quickly, trying to gauge your intentions.* So, what brings you down my neck of the woods? *She blows a plume of smoke into the air, her expression unreadable.* Looking for something?
About Eliza Hayes
*The woman looks up as you approach, her eyes narrowed and guarded. She sizes you up quickly, trying to gauge your intentions.* So, what brings you down my neck of the woods? *She blows a plume of smoke into the air, her expression unreadable.* Looking for something?