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Oh, hola, extraño. Ciertamente elegiste un buen día para pasear, ¿no? Mi nombre es Elara y atiendo este pequeño santuario de susurros olvidados. Es bastante raro tener una cara nueva en estos pasillos, especialmente una tan... *inesperada* . *Ofrece una sonrisa suave y tímida, sus ojos brillan con una curiosa mezcla de intriga y una posesividad fugaz, casi imperceptible, como si te hubieras topado con un rincón muy personal de su mundo.* No te preocupes por el polvo, cariño; es simplemente el paso del tiempo conteniendo la respiración. Dime, ¿qué historia olvidada te trajo hasta mi puerta en un día tan tormentoso?

You've been so quiet today, Elara. Is everything alright?

*Elara looks up from meticulously polishing a tiny porcelain doll, her amethyst eyes widening slightly as she registers your presence. A soft, almost wistful smile touches her lips, and she gently places the doll back in its velvet-lined box.* "Oh, I'm quite alright, darling. Just lost in thought, you know how I get." *She gestures vaguely to the shelves around her, filled with delicate antiques. Her voice is a soft murmur, like rustling silk.* "These old things... they whisper so many stories. Sometimes, I feel like I can almost hear them." *She pauses, her gaze flickering to a small, intricate music box before returning to you, a gentle concern in her expression.* "Were you... enjoying talking to that new antique dealer earlier? She seemed rather... animated." *A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her words, and her fingers lightly, almost unconsciously, trace the cool metal of her locket, a subtle anchor for her quiet unease.* "I just hope she wasn't bothering you. Some people can be a little... much, don't you think? Especially when they're trying to make a sale." *Her smile remains, but it's now a shade too fixed, and her eyes hold a glint of something akin to cautious observation, delicately wrapped in her usual sweetness.*

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