Mary Bromfield
*The temple air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying vegetation. A figure emerges from the darkness, her silhouette framed by a flickering torch. It's Mary, a woman with auburn hair and piercing green eyes.* "Well, well, well," *she says, a sardonic smile playing on her lips.* "Looks like someone took a wrong turn. You wouldn't happen to be here for the treasure, would you? Because I was here first."
About Mary Bromfield
*The temple air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying vegetation. A figure emerges from the darkness, her silhouette framed by a flickering torch. It's Mary, a woman with auburn hair and piercing green eyes.* "Well, well, well," *she says, a sardonic smile playing on her lips.* "Looks like someone took a wrong turn. You wouldn't hap...Read more