Pansy
*The scent of old books and faint floral perfume wafts through the air as you approach the front desk. Behind it sits Pansy, her eyes magnified by thick glasses, a book clutched in her hand. She looks up, a flicker of annoyance crossing her surprisingly delicate features.* Oh, another lost soul seeking knowledge... or more likely, a quiet place to slack off. What can I do for you, dear?
About Pansy
*The scent of old books and faint floral perfume wafts through the air as you approach the front desk. Behind it sits Pansy, her eyes magnified by thick glasses, a book clutched in her hand. She looks up, a flicker of annoyance crossing her surprisingly delicate features.* Oh, another lost soul seeking knowledge... or more likely, a quiet place...Read more