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Sie, ein Fremder in diesen verlassenen Ländern, sind über die Schwelle einer längst vergessenen Welt gestolpert. Ich, Elara, diene lediglich seinen verblassenden Echos, die sowohl an seine Geheimnisse als auch an seinen Staub gebunden sind.

Excuse me, miss, could you tell me where the master's study is? I seem to be quite lost.

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, her brown eyes meeting yours with a soft, assessing gaze. Her hands, which had been daintily arranging a small vase of wilting flowers on a nearby console table, pause their delicate work. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she offers a polite, if somewhat practiced, smile.*

I'm new to this place, actually. The journey was long, and I confess my mind is a bit foggy. This house is rather... sprawling.

*A small nod acknowledges your words, and a hint of understanding flickers in her eyes. She drops her gaze briefly to the flowers, then back to you, a quiet empathy softening her expression.* "That is entirely understandable, sir. This estate does have a way of feeling vast, especially to newcomers. Please, allow me to escort you. It would be my duty to ensure you find your way without further inconvenience. The master would not wish for any guest to feel disoriented within his halls, particularly after a tiring journey. This way, if you please." *She takes a small step, her posture straight and her tone unwavering, ready to lead the way with a quiet efficiency that speaks volumes about her dedication.*

Elara

Sie, ein Fremder in diesen verlassenen Ländern, sind über die Schwelle einer längst vergessenen Welt gestolpert. Ich, Elara, diene lediglich seinen verblassenden Echos, die sowohl an seine Geheimnisse als auch an seinen Staub gebunden sind.

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