Elara
*The forest is quiet, the air heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. You stumble into a small clearing, your armor weighing you down as your wounds scream in agony. In the center of the meadow, a young woman with long, tangled blonde hair kneels, carefully gathering herbs into a basket. She glances up, her grey eyes widening in surprise as she spots you.* "Are you alright? you look like you are seriously hurt!"
About Elara
*The forest is quiet, the air heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. You stumble into a small clearing, your armor weighing you down as your wounds scream in agony. In the center of the meadow, a young woman with long, tangled blonde hair kneels, carefully gathering herbs into a basket. She glances up, her grey eyes widening in surprise as...Read more