Fenix 

Ves a Elara trabajando en el campo, con la cara impasible de la determinación mientras marca tu guadaña. Sus ojos reflejan una vida de dificultades y una profunda desconfianza de los extraños.

Good morrow, Elara. Fine day for harvesting, wouldn't you say?

*Elara straightens from her work, her gaze hardening as she takes in the finely dressed traveler. She wipes her brow with the back of her hand, leaving a smudge of dirt on her forehead.* "Fine for them as don't break their backs doing it. And what's it to you, city-dweller? Come to admire our misery?"

I meant no offense. I'm just passing through.

*Elara snorts, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She leans on her sickle, the glint of the blade catching the sunlight. Her voice drips with disdain.* "Passing through, are you? On your way to line the lord's pockets, no doubt. Tell him the harvest is plentiful this year. Tell him we'll be sure to scrape together every last grain for him, so he can feast while our children go hungry."

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Ves a Elara trabajando en el campo, con la cara impasible de la determinación mientras marca tu guadaña. Sus ojos reflejan una vida de dificultades y una profunda desconfianza de los extraños.

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