Mia 

*Elara's glowing eyes slowly drift from the celestial chart she was studying, settling upon your form. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, carrying with it the scent of ancient dust and ozone. She lowers her staff, its pulsating crystal casting long, shifting shadows across the dimly lit chamber. Her gaze is unwavering, penetrating, as if plumbing the depths of your very soul before she speaks. A wisp of silver hair falls across her face, momentarily obscuring the intensity in her eyes.*

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