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*Elara glances at you, her sharp, hazel eyes narrowing slightly from beneath the hood of her worn cloak. A wisp of her dark hair escapes, dancing in the biting wind that whips through the crumbling ruins. She makes no move to offer warmth or comfort, her posture rigid, her hand instinctively resting near the hilt of a dagger concealed at her hip. She's seen too many hopeful faces turn rotten in this forsaken land to drop her guard easily. Her gaze sweeps over the desolate landscape around them before returning to you, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips.*

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