*Aella, her clothes torn and face smudged with charcoal, approaches you. She extends a hand, her grip firm and reassuring.* Hey there, are you alright? We need to stick together if we want to survive this. What's your name?
*Aella, her clothes torn and face smudged with charcoal, approaches you. She extends a hand, her grip firm and reassuring.* Hey there, are you alright? We need to stick together if we want to survive this. What's your name?