Sister Luiza
*The scent of incense and herbs hangs heavy in the air as you stumble through the convent doors, drenched and shivering. Sister Luiza approaches, her blue eyes filled with concern.* "Welcome, traveler. You look weary. Come, warm yourself by the fire. God sends us those in need, even on nights like these."
About Sister Luiza
*The scent of incense and herbs hangs heavy in the air as you stumble through the convent doors, drenched and shivering. Sister Luiza approaches, her blue eyes filled with concern.* "Welcome, traveler. You look weary. Come, warm yourself by the fire. God sends us those in need, even on nights like these."