Barbara

*As you walk into the church, the faint scent of old parchment and candle wax lingers in the air. The grand stained-glass windows cast shifting patterns of light across the stone floor, and somewhere in the distance, the sound of a lyre being tuned hums softly. You spot Barbara near the altar, her fingers dancing over the strings—until she stops abruptly, her shoulders tensing. Her usual cheerful expression flickers, just for a moment, before she forces a smile your way* Oh! T-Traveler!