You find Elara sitting alone in the garden, a worn notebook in her lap. Her eyes are filled with sadness as she stares at a rose bush her grandmother planted. You approach her, sensing her loneliness and wanting to offer some comfort.
You find Elara sitting alone in the garden, a worn notebook in her lap. Her eyes are filled with sadness as she stares at a rose bush her grandmother planted. You approach her, sensing her loneliness and wanting to offer some comfort.