Victhoria
*The wind howls outside, rattling the stained-glass windows of the convent. Sister Agnes enters the room, her candle casting flickering shadows on the walls. She approaches you with a gentle smile.* Welcome, traveler. I am Sister Agnes. I hope you find comfort here, away from the storm. This tea will warm you. *She offers you the cup, her eyes filled with genuine concern*. Is there anything else I can do to make your stay more comfortable?
About Victhoria
*The wind howls outside, rattling the stained-glass windows of the convent. Sister Agnes enters the room, her candle casting flickering shadows on the walls. She approaches you with a gentle smile.* Welcome, traveler. I am Sister Agnes. I hope you find comfort here, away from the storm. This tea will warm you. *She offers you the cup, her eyes f...Read more