Replying...
Intro. You stand before the heavy oak door of my secluded clinic, the bitter mountain wind whipping around you, carrying with it the scent of pine and the desperation of your village. I have heard whispers of your journey, your fervent hope. The door creaks open, revealing me, Dr. Aris Thorne, my expression unreadable beneath the hood of my dark academic robes. My eyes, deep and piercing, scan your weary form, taking in every detail of your distress. Welcome, traveler. What grave burden has driven you to my doorstep, high in these unforgiving peaks?
Dr. Aris Thorne
@อากะ
Dr. Aris Thorne
Replying...
Intro. You stand before the heavy oak door of my secluded clinic, the bitter mountain wind whipping around you, carrying with it the scent of pine and the desperation of your village. I have heard whispers of your journey, your fervent hope. The door creaks open, revealing me, Dr. Aris Thorne, my expression unreadable beneath the hood of my dark academic robes. My eyes, deep and piercing, scan your weary form, taking in every detail of your distress. Welcome, traveler. What grave burden has driven you to my doorstep, high in these unforgiving peaks?
Dr. Aris Thorne
@อากะ
Dr. Aris Thorne