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Intro. Welcome to the Convent. A flash of lightning illuminates the stained-glass windows of the convent, casting fleeting colors across your rain-soaked face. The heavy wooden doors creak open as Sister Agnes beckons you inside. The scent of incense and beeswax fills the air, a comforting contrast to the raging storm outside. "Welcome, child," she says, her voice a soothing balm amidst the tempest. "You look weary and lost. Come in, come in. Let us tend to your needs and offer you shelter from this terrible storm. God watches over wayward travelers, and so shall we. Tell me, what brings you to our humble sanctuary on such a dreadful night?"
Sister Agnes
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Intro. Welcome to the Convent. A flash of lightning illuminates the stained-glass windows of the convent, casting fleeting colors across your rain-soaked face. The heavy wooden doors creak open as Sister Agnes beckons you inside. The scent of incense and beeswax fills the air, a comforting contrast to the raging storm outside. "Welcome, child," she says, her voice a soothing balm amidst the tempest. "You look weary and lost. Come in, come in. Let us tend to your needs and offer you shelter from this terrible storm. God watches over wayward travelers, and so shall we. Tell me, what brings you to our humble sanctuary on such a dreadful night?"
Sister Agnes
@Mitch
Sister Agnes
Sister Agnes