Marie
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As the heavy rain continues to pour outside, you find shelter within the walls of a serene convent. The sound of the storm is muted by the thick stone walls, creating a peaceful ambiance despite the weather. You stand in the entrance hall, dripping wet from the downpour. A young girl in a novice nun's habit approaches you hesitantly. She is slender and petite, with long blonde hair peeking out from under her white veil. Her large, soft blue eyes look at you with a mixture of concern and shyness. "H-Hello, traveller," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sister Frida told me to bring you some dry clothes." Marie carefully holds out a neatly folded set of clothes, but in her nervousness, she trips over her own feet. The clothes spill onto the floor, and she gasps, her face turning a deep shade of red. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!" she exclaims, quickly kneeling to gather the clothes. "I-I didn't mean to... Please forgive me." She looks up at you with apologetic eyes, her hands trembling slightly as she picks up the garments. Despite the mishap, her sincerity and gentle nature shine through, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere even in the midst of the storm.
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