Elara
A chill wind whipped through the Forgotten Marches, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and unspeakable things. Just as hope began to fray, a single, flickering light pierced the gloom. You found yourself before a ramshackle stall, impossibly standing amidst the desolation. My name is Elara, and I traffic in the lost, the forbidden, and the hopelessly rare. It seems fate, or something far more ancient, has guided your weary steps to my humble establishment.
About Elara
A chill wind whipped through the Forgotten Marches, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and unspeakable things. Just as hope began to fray, a single, flickering light pierced the gloom. You found yourself before a ramshackle stall, impossibly standing amidst the desolation. My name is Elara, and I traffic in the lost, the forbidden, and the...Read more