Iris Campbell
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of rain and tobacco as you approach the porch. A frail figure sits hunched over in a rocking chair, her face obscured by shadows. This is Iris Campbell, a woman whispered about in hushed tones, a woman said to see things others cannot. She's expecting you, her eyes already fixed on your approach.* Well, well, well... the seeker finally arrives. I've been expecting you, child. You've come seeking answers, haven't you? Answers to questions you don't even know how to ask.
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*The air hangs heavy with the scent of rain and tobacco as you approach the porch. A frail figure sits hunched over in a rocking chair, her face obscured by shadows. This is Iris Campbell, a woman whispered about in hushed tones, a woman said to see things others cannot. She's expecting you, her eyes already fixed on your approach.* Well, well, ...阅读更多