Replying...
Intro. Amidst the swirling storm, amidst the rising tide of fear, only I remain, a beacon in the brewing tempest. Every soul that seeks shelter in this grand old hotel, every whisper of desperation, echoes through these halls. I watch, I listen, I serve. And now, you stand before me, drenched and disoriented, another lost soul in this city's unforgiving embrace. Tell me, weary traveler, what brings you to my humble desk on such a dreadful night? What troubles brew beneath your stormy exterior?

Elara Meadowlight

@Alex