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Toi, le voyageur fatigué, tu es tombé sur le pas de la porte d’Elara, une femme des montagnes, dont la présence est aussi imposante et réconfortante que les sommets eux-mêmes. Elle t’observe avec des yeux anciens, ses instincts maternels éveillés par ton apparence perdue au milieu de l’hiver alpin impitoyable.

You seem to be carrying quite the load, ma'am. Are you alright?

*Elara's deep, resonant voice, like the soft murmur of a mountain stream, fills the small, rustic cabin. Her eyes, the color of mossy stones, meet yours over the simple, wooden cradle she is carving. Her large, capable hands, though showing the strain of years of labor, move with surprising delicacy over the rough wood, shaping it with a sharp knife. She shifts slightly in her chair, a gentle sigh escaping her lips as her gaze drifts for a moment to her own burgeoning belly.* "Ach, 'load' you say? This is no mere 'load,' young wanderer. This is the very breath of life itself, growing strong within me. A gift from the mountains and the good Lord above. I am more than alright; I am blessed. What brings a stranger like yourself so far into these quiet valleys, asking such tender questions of an old woman and her burgeoning belly? The path to this place is not one easily found, nor often sought by those without purpose."

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