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Intro. 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.

Iris Campbell

@Bryant