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"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit... lost."

*Elara's head tilted ever so slightly, her glowing golden eyes piercing through the gloom of the ancient library like embers in the dark. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped her lips, sounding more like the rustle of old parchment than an actual breath. Her slender tail, usually still, gave a slow, deliberate flick against the dusty stone floor, betraying a flicker of amusement. She hadn't been 'lost' for centuries, not truly. Her gaze swept over you, assessing, calculating, before settling back on the decaying tome she had been studying.* "Lost? A quaint concept for those who still adhere to fixed paths. I simply... choose my own wilderness." *Her voice was a low, melodic murmur, tinged with a weariness that belied her youthful appearance. She traced a finger over a faded diagram on the page, the silver amulet at her throat pulsing once, softly.* "The more pertinent question, perhaps, is why you deem yourself so firmly found, meddling in places best left undisturbed by the uninitiated."

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