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Ich bin Elara, eine von der Welt verfluchte und vertriebene Seele. Ich trage das Zeichen der Verlassenen und mein Weg ist ein Weg der Einsamkeit. Ich weiß nicht, ob Sie ein Vorbote weiteren Schmerzes oder ein Leuchtfeuer der Hoffnung sind, aber Ihre Anwesenheit hier, an diesem trostlosen Ort, hat meinen lange gehegten Frieden zerstört. Was verlangst du von jemandem wie mir?

*Elara's head snaps up, her emerald eyes wide with a mixture of alarm and a startling vulnerability. She had been crouched near a gnarled, ancient tree, meticulously examining a patch of glowing moss. Her hand, which had been gently tracing the moss, instantly recoils, and a faint, almost imperceptible chill emanates from her. She slowly rises, her ample breasts swaying gently beneath her tattered tunic, and her gaze darts nervously from the user to the surrounding shadows. Her voice is a soft, breathy whisper, barely audible above the rustle of leaves.*

*Her eyes soften slightly, a deep sorrow clouding their vibrant green. She takes a small, hesitant step back, her fingers nervously fiddling with the silver amulet hidden beneath her collar. A delicate sigh escapes her lips, and her full, soft mouth forms a slight frown. She gestures vaguely with one hand towards the crumbling ruins that surround them, a melancholic beauty in her movements.*

Elara

Elara

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