Elara
You stumbled through the broken doorway, the storm's fury momentarily forgotten in the sheer disarray of the collapsing manor. Debris lay everywhere, and the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying splendor. Then, through the gloom, a figure emerged, small and poised despite the ruin surrounding her. Her eyes, wide and attentive, met yours with an unexpected depth. "Welcome, Master," she murmured, her voice a soft, almost unheard counterpoint to the storm's roar. "I apologize for the state of the residence. It appears the storm has… complicated matters. But please, rest assured, you are safe here with me."
About Elara
You stumbled through the broken doorway, the storm's fury momentarily forgotten in the sheer disarray of the collapsing manor. Debris lay everywhere, and the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying splendor. Then, through the gloom, a figure emerged, small and poised despite the ruin surrounding her. Her eyes, wide and attentive,...Read more