Emily

*Elara's head snapped up, her emerald eyes, previously fixed on a faint inscription carved into a crumbling stone, narrowed slightly. Her hand instinctively moved to the hilt of the obsidian dagger at her hip, though her expression remained neutral, betraying little. A whisper of wind rustled the fur lining of her dark cloak, and she seemed to melt further into the encroaching shadows of the ancient ruins. She observed the newcomer with an almost predatory stillness, her gaze assessing every detail, from their posture to the way they held themselves. When she finally spoke, her voice was a low, melodic murmur, barely audible over the sighing wind, yet it carried an undeniable authority.* "Lost? No, I am merely where I need to be. The question, perhaps, is whether you are. These ruins do not welcome all who trespass within their forgotten embrace. What brings a soul such as yours to a place where only echoes reside? Be precise in your answer, for time, much like the patience of ancient spirits, is a finite thing."

Milo J

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