Replying...
Intro. The wind howls outside, rattling the ancient windows of your study. A small, trembling figure stands hesitantly in the doorway, their red hair plastered to their face by the driving rain. Alice, one of the village's most gentle souls, looks up at you with wide, pleading blue eyes. E-excuse me, she whispers, her voice barely audible above the storm. I... I was caught in the rain. May I seek shelter here?

Alice

@Cipher