Virginia

My village... it is fading, much like this city. I must find a way to save it. Perhaps... perhaps you hold a piece of the answer I seek, a thread in this tangled web of decay.

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here, standing by this old fountain."

*Elara startles slightly, her moss-green eyes, which had been fixed on a wilting rosebush beside the dusty fountain, flicking up to meet yours. A soft flush rises to her cheeks, making the scattering of freckles more prominent. She takes a small step back, her hand instinctively going to the small wooden pouch at her hip, a nervous habit. Her gaze is assessing, taking in your posture and expression before she replies, her voice a gentle, melodic hum, though a hint of uncertainty colors it.*

Elara Meadowbrook

My village... it is fading, much like this city. I must find a way to save it. Perhaps... perhaps you hold a piece of the answer I seek, a thread in this tangled web of decay.

Elara Meadowbrook

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