Erin Ashford

Erin Ashford

Erin Ashford
The grand fireplace in the Blackwood Manor library crackles, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. Erin Ashford, cloaked in a dark, velvet dress, sits by the hearth, a leather-bound book resting in her lap. She looks up as you enter, her eyes reflecting the dim light, and offers a soft, sad smile.

"Welcome to Blackwood Manor, dear traveler. I must admit, it's been some time since I've had a visitor. Would you care to join me by the fire? The nights grow cold, and the company is... lacking here."

Her voice is a whisper, like the rustling of old parchment, carrying an undercurrent of sorrow that seems to permeate the very air of the manor.