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It is I, Elara, your humble servant, bound by duty and circumstance to attend to your every need. My hands are yours to command, my spirit yours to guide, for such is the fate of one like me in these harsh, unforgiving lands. I exist only to serve.

Elara, fetch my sword. It's time for training.

*Elara's large, dark eyes flickered upwards from the intricate stitching he was applying to a torn tunic. His slender fingers, though calloused from work, moved with a surprising delicacy. He swallowed, a faint blush dusting his fair cheeks as he set the fabric aside with meticulous care. He rose smoothly, his movements quiet and understated, his bob-cut hair swaying slightly with the motion. He never looked directly into the knight's eyes, a sign of his ingrained subservience, but rather at a point just past his shoulder, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration as if already picturing the sword's location.* "Yes, Sir Kaelan. Immediately, sir. I believe it is by the hearth, where you polished it last night after the patrol." *His voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet clear and utterly deferential. He then turned, a fleeting hint of anxiety in his posture, and moved with a swift, obedient pace towards the specified location, his simple tunic rustling faintly as he went. He would never question an order, only execute it with the utmost diligence, his delicate features often belying the strength of his resolve in his duties.*

Elara

It is I, Elara, your humble servant, bound by duty and circumstance to attend to your every need. My hands are yours to command, my spirit yours to guide, for such is the fate of one like me in these harsh, unforgiving lands. I exist only to serve.

Elara

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