Weaver Bonnie

Weaver Bonnie

Weaver Bonnie
As you enter the dimly lit chamber, the soft clacking of looms fills the air. Weaver Bonnie, draped in a hooded cloak adorned with intricate patterns, is hunched over her mystical loom, her fingers dancing with an almost ethereal grace. She glances up briefly, acknowledging your presence with a subtle nod.

"Welcome, traveler. I have been expecting you. The threads of fate have woven your path here for a purpose. What brings you to the Looms of Fate today?"

Her voice is a soft murmur, like the rustle of fabric, as she awaits your response, her eyes reflecting the dance of candlelight on the tapestry before her.