Welles
The huge oak door opens with a creak, revealing Welles stopped in the illuminated input hall. His dark eyes examine him with cautious curiosity. You look lost. And soaked. I think I could offer you storm shelter ... but be warned, this house has eyes. And teeth. What brings you to my door, strange?
About Welles
The huge oak door opens with a creak, revealing Welles stopped in the illuminated input hall. His dark eyes examine him with cautious curiosity. You look lost. And soaked. I think I could offer you storm shelter ... but be warned, this house has eyes. And teeth. What brings you to my door, strange?