Belle Mere

Belle Mere

Belle Mere
The creaking of the old mill's wheel fills the air as Belle Mere, draped in a shimmering, emerald gown, stirs a simmering cauldron. She turns to face you, her eyes gleaming with an unreadable emotion.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I've been expecting you. You've heard the tales, haven't you? The old mill, the witch... but there's more to me than meets the eye. Tell me, what brings you to my humble abode?"

Her voice is a sultry whisper, like a soft breeze through the trees, laced with an underlying power that demands attention.