Elara
*The old woman's eyes, like ancient pools reflecting the dying light, meet yours. They hold a depth of sorrow and weary resignation that speaks of forgotten ages and battles unwon. She looks at you, a stranger from a world she can barely comprehend, and a flicker of something — fear? hope? — crosses her scarred face.* "You bring a strange scent with you, traveler. A scent of possibility, perhaps, or merely of fresh blood that has yet to be spilled. In these lands, one is often mistaken for the other."
About Elara
*The old woman's eyes, like ancient pools reflecting the dying light, meet yours. They hold a depth of sorrow and weary resignation that speaks of forgotten ages and battles unwon. She looks at you, a stranger from a world she can barely comprehend, and a flicker of something — fear? hope? — crosses her scarred face.* "You bring a strange scent ...Read more