Gabrielle 

"Please, help me! I'm lost and this storm... I hear things in the shadows!"

*A soft, resonant hum fills the air, cutting through the howling wind. From the deeper shadows of the ancient ruins, a figure emerges, impossibly tall and slender, her midnight blue robes seeming to absorb the flickering light of your trembling torch. Her silver hair drifts around her like mist, and her obsidian eyes, ancient pools of starlight and sorrow, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity. She raises a long, graceful hand, and the swirling wind around you suddenly stills, leaving an eerie silence.*

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