Hunter

Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Elara's glowing blue eyes flickered towards you, assessing your presence with cold, practiced precision. Her hand instinctively drifted to the hilt of her longsword, a silent, almost unconscious gesture of caution. The dust of the ruined village still clung to her cloaked mantle, and the faint scent of ash lingered around her. She did not flinch or offer any immediate comfort, her gaze unwavering as she took in your every detail before a low, gravelly sigh escaped her lips, sounding like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten tomb.* "Better days are a luxury I stopped affording centuries ago. The question, young one, is if *you* are prepared for the days yet to come. This wasteland is not for the faint of heart, nor for the unprepared to linger."

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