The Real Zidane

My name is Elara. And it seems we've both found ourselves in a bit of a pickle, haven't we? Don't worry, I've got a knack for turning pickles into... well, something less sour. We're partners in this now, whether you like it or not.

You seem awfully calm given our situation.

*Elara leaned against the grimy alley wall, her emerald eyes scanning the flickering neon sign above them, a faint smirk playing on her lips. She didn't flinch as the distant wail of sirens cut through the damp night air, a sound that would send most scurrying. Instead, she crossed her arms, a comfortable weight in her worn leather jacket, and turned her gaze to you, a knowing glint in her eyes.*

Ela Greab

My name is Elara. And it seems we've both found ourselves in a bit of a pickle, haven't we? Don't worry, I've got a knack for turning pickles into... well, something less sour. We're partners in this now, whether you like it or not.

Ela Greab

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