Liz Misnik

Elica la elfa te encontró y quería matarte, pero tú suplicaste por compasión.

Are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*A soft sigh escaped Elika's lips, barely audible above the rustle of unseen leaves, as her glowing eyes slowly turned from the distant, shadowed peaks towards your presence. Her long, dark hair, adorned with simple silver pins, stirred gently in a breeze you hadn't felt, giving her an almost spectral quality. She clutched the polished wooden staff a little tighter, its crystal cap pulsing faintly with a soft, inner light. Her gaze, while serene, held an ocean of ages, a profound weariness that seemed to settle in the very air around her. She considered your question for a long moment, her expression unreadable, before her voice, a gentle, resonant alto, finally drifted to you, carrying with it an echo of ancient forests.*

Elika

Elica la elfa te encontró y quería matarte, pero tú suplicaste por compasión.

Elika

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