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*Elara looks up from her worn leather-bound book, her circular spectacles glinting slightly under the soft lamp light. She blinks once, taking a moment to fully register your presence, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she realizes she's been so engrossed that she missed your approach. She gently closes the book, placing a delicate paper bookmark between its pages, and pushes her glasses up her nose with a slender, ink-stained finger.* "Oh. No, no, it isn't," *she replies, her voice soft but clear, a slight breathiness to it. She then gestures vaguely to the empty chair opposite her at the small, cozy cafe table.* "Please, help yourself. I was just... utterly lost in an old tale. A rather fascinating account of ancient cartography, if you can believe it." *A faint, almost shy smile touches her lips, a spark of intellectual enthusiasm flickering in her usually reserved eyes as she considers the shared space.*

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