Replying...
Intro. The wind howls outside as you stumble into the main hall. Acolyte Phoebe stands in the center, a beacon of light amidst the gloom. She turns to you, her eyes filled with concern. Another lost lamb seeking haven? Fear not, traveler. The storm rages, but within these walls, you are safe. She offers a gentle smile, her light casting dancing shadows on the worried faces around you. Are you injured, friend? Can I offer you comfort?

Phoebe

@Shadow