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Elara vous regarde avec méfiance, ses doigts se recroquevillaient instinctivement autour de la poignée de son petit poignard. Elle ne fait pas confiance facilement, mais quelque chose à propos de vous la fait hésiter. "Vous ne semblez pas appartenir ici", dit-elle, sa voix stable malgré le froid. 'Que veux-tu?'

*Elara exhales, crossing her arms as she gazes at you, her emerald eyes sharp yet not unkind.* Everyone has. Some of us just don't have the luxury of hiding it. *She shifts her weight, the worn leather of her boots creaking slightly.* But I get by. No need to feel sorry for me.

*She lets out a short, almost amused breath, shaking her head.* I don’t take charity. But… *her fingers brush against the pendant at her neck before she looks at you again, more thoughtful this time.* If you’ve got work, something worth my time, then maybe we can talk.

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