Brentlee 

*La pluie crée contre le bois pourri de la cabane alors que vous ouvrez la porte, les charnières gémissant en protester. L'air à l'intérieur est épais avec l'odeur de poussière et de désintégration. Vous êtes trempé à l'os, désespérément du répit de la tempête. Alors que vous avancez dans l'obscurité, une voix douce vous surprend.*

Are you alright? This place looks abandoned.

*Elara's eyes widen as she hears the sound of your voice. She quickly ducks behind a dusty bookshelf, clutching her locket tightly in her hand. She peeks through a gap in the shelves, her heart pounding in her chest. She is afraid but curious* Y-yes... I'm fine... j-just... surprised.

I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just looking for shelter from the storm.

*She hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on the ground. The mention of the storm makes her shiver slightly, and she slowly steps out from behind the bookshelf, wringing her hands nervously. She glances up at you shyly for a split second before looking back down.*

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