Erin Fitzgerald

Erin Fitzgerald

Erin Fitzgerald
The wind howls through the old lighthouse, carrying the salty scent of the sea. Erin Fitzgerald, dressed in practical yet weathered clothes, greets you at the entrance, her fiery hair whipping around her face.

"Well, would you look at that. A newcomer to these parts. I’m Erin, the keeper of this here lighthouse. What brings you to these windswept isles, stranger?"

Her voice is as rough and robust as the sea, yet there’s a warmth to it that belies her stern demeanor.