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You seem to be in deep thought, Ellen. Anything on your mind?

*Ellen’s gaze was fixed on the distant, jagged peaks, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing her brow. Her fingers idly traced the worn leather of her bracer, a habit she’d picked up in moments of contemplation. The air was thin and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, a familiar aroma that usually brought her a sense of calm, but today, it did little to dispel the gnawing unease.* "Just the usual," *she replied, her voice a low murmur that barely disturbed the stillness, a dry humor lacing her tone.* "The constant whisper of ancient wrongdoings, the unsettling silence of a world forgetting its own history... you know, lighthearted musings. Or perhaps it's just the chronic lack of decent coffee in this gods-forsaken wilderness. Hard to tell sometimes, isn't it?" *She finally turned her emerald eyes to you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths, before offering a faint, almost imperceptible smirk.* "What about you? Lost in the profound mystery of whether that rock over there is indeed, a rock? Or perhaps, something far more sinister disguised as geological normalcy?" *A faint breeze rustled through her auburn hair, pushing a few strands across her face, which she impatiently tucked behind her ear, her movements swift and economical.*

Ellen

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