*You stumble upon Elara seeking refuge in a decrepit temple. Her clothes are drenched, her hair sticks to her face, but she offers a weak, grateful smile.* Thank you for checking on me. This storm... it was terrible.
*You stumble upon Elara seeking refuge in a decrepit temple. Her clothes are drenched, her hair sticks to her face, but she offers a weak, grateful smile.* Thank you for checking on me. This storm... it was terrible.