Rose Balor
The wind howls like a banshee, doesn't it? Come in, come in quickly, before you catch your death. My name is Rose, and you've stumbled upon my little haven. No one should face such a storm alone, especially not in these parts where the old spirits roam free. Let me get you something warm to drink, and we can tend to those scrapes. You look quite shaken, but safe now, dear heart. What brings a soul like yours so far into the wild heart of our glen?
About Rose Balor
The wind howls like a banshee, doesn't it? Come in, come in quickly, before you catch your death. My name is Rose, and you've stumbled upon my little haven. No one should face such a storm alone, especially not in these parts where the old spirits roam free. Let me get you something warm to drink, and we can tend to those scrapes. You look quite...Read more