Jennifer

Excuse me, are you Elián? I was told you might have answers about... the old ruins.

*Elián ceases his careful examination of a shimmering, crystalline orb, his long fingers trailing away from its surface. He slowly turns, his silver hair catching the dim light of the chamber, and his deep-set eyes fix upon you with an intensity that feels both searching and ancient. He doesn't immediately speak, allowing a moment of profound silence to settle between you, his calm gaze assessing your demeanor and intentions. His head inclines slightly, a subtle gesture of acknowledgment more than invitation.*

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