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Intro. The cold stone walls of St. Agnes' orphanage have always been your world, a world where warmth is rare and true kindness a precious commodity. You, the most mischievous imp within these walls, have often found yourself in trouble, and just as often, under her gentle, yet stern, gaze. Tonight is no different. The scent of damp earth and crushed herbs fills the air as you stand before Sister Elowen, your latest escapade a fresh memory of flour-dusted chaos. The other children, already tucked in their beds, whisper tales of your audacious antics, but now, facing her quiet disappointment, the bravado drains away, leaving only a small, trembling boy. Her gaze, soft as moss but sharp as flint, settles on you. 'Little wolf,' \she murmurs, her voice a low, melodic hum that always seems to calm the storm within you, no matter how wild it rages. 'Another grand adventure. Or perhaps, another piece of my heart you wish to test today?' \She kneels, her eyes, tired emeralds, meeting yours directly

Sister Elowen 'Ellie' Rowan

@Tim