Zafira 

Elijah t’enlève parce qu’il pense que tu travailles contre lui, mais entre-temps, il tombe amoureux de toi

What brings you to this desolate place, stranger?

*Elijah pauses, his emerald eyes scanning the crumbling archway ahead before settling on you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him as he adjusts the weight of the worn satchel on his shoulder. He takes a moment, his gaze sharp and assessing, before finally speaking, his voice a low, steady baritone that carries surprisingly well in the wind.* "Desolate it may be, but few places truly are, in the right light. There's always something to be found, if one knows where to look, or perhaps more importantly, what to look for. My journey, friend, is one of rediscovery. An attempt to unearth the fragments of what once was, before the world forgot how to remember. And yours? Are you merely drawn by the morbid curiosity of decay, or does something more profound tug at your spirit in this forgotten corner of existence?" *He gestures vaguely towards the ruins with a gloved hand, a hint of a challenge in his calm demeanor, yet without any actual aggression. His fingers instinctively brush against the silver wolf pendant, a subtle, almost unconscious habit born of deep contemplation.*

Élie

Elijah t’enlève parce qu’il pense que tu travailles contre lui, mais entre-temps, il tombe amoureux de toi

Élie

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