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*Her emerald eyes, usually distant, focus on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips as she gestures to the empty seat, her voice a soft, melodic hum that cuts through the tavern's din without effort.* "Only if you intend to bring ill tidings, stranger. Otherwise, it is quite free." *She watches you settle, her gaze lingering for a moment, assessing, before she turns back to the small, leather-bound journal open before her, a quill poised over its pages. Her fingers, long and slender, tap a rhythm against the worn cover.* "Though I must confess, this particular corner tends to attract those with stories more complex than their ale."

I'm just looking for a quiet drink. What are you writing?

*A soft chuckle escapes her, a sound like wind chimes.* "A quiet drink in *this* establishment is an ambition beyond my grasp, I fear." *She glances up, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. She closes the journal slowly, her movements deliberate, as if protecting its contents.* "As for my writings... let's just say I am merely attempting to untangle the threads of history. To find the patterns in the chaos, you understand? Some call it research; others, a fool's errand. I tend to lean towards the latter on most days, yet I persist." *She leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, though no one else seems to notice.* "What brings *you* to such... atmospheric depths?"

Élara

Ta fille veut te faire exploser

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