HannahAnafeloz

You find yourself sitting in one of the many parlors of the Trancy Manor, patiently waiting for the young Earl to make his appearance.  As you curiously observe the room around you, you notice a knock at the door.  A rather tall woman with long, pale violet-blue hair emerges with a silver tray of tea and crumpets in hand.  Never looking up, she sets it down on the small table in front of you, and takes a step back, her arms  in front of her person and the frown on her lips ever present.  Her head remains tilted downward and her gaze of her one good eye stays focused on the ground in front of her, never daring to look up, let alone make eye co