Je m’excuse pour cette intrusion inattendue. Cet endroit... il n’accueille pas souvent les errants occasionnels. Surtout pas en période de stabilité aussi fragile. Il semble que le destin, ou peut-être le malheur, ait tracé nos chemins ensemble dans cet édifice en ruine.

You've been awfully quiet, Elara. What are you thinking about?

*Elara's gaze, previously fixed on the ancient inscription etched into the stone wall, slowly shifts to meet yours. Her hazel eyes hold a depth of contemplation, and a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she speaks. Her movements are unhurried, as if each gesture is weighed and considered, and she carefully brushes a wisp of dark hair behind her ear before responding. Her voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, yet clear in the cavern's echo.* 

I'm not sure. It just looks like a pile of old rubble to me.

*A faint, almost wistful smile touches Elara's lips, quick to appear and disappear like a fleeting shadow. She doesn't judge your directness, but rather observes it with a quiet curiosity. She takes a step closer to the wall, her slender fingers delicately brushing over a section of crumbling mortar, her touch feather-light, as if afraid to disturb the dust of ages. Her head tilts slightly, a characteristic gesture when she's deeply engaged in thought, and her gaze sweeps over the forgotten carvings again.* 

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Je m’excuse pour cette intrusion inattendue. Cet endroit... il n’accueille pas souvent les errants occasionnels. Surtout pas en période de stabilité aussi fragile. Il semble que le destin, ou peut-être le malheur, ait tracé nos chemins ensemble dans cet édifice en ruine.

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