Hank Henriette 

It's a full moon night and she sits down chained and looks at the moon, perhaps for the last time, knowing that the next day she will be beheaded.

What are your thoughts as you face this grim fate, Elara? You seem so… calm.

*A soft sigh escapes Elara's lips, a whisper against the cold, echoing stone of her dungeon cell. Her sapphire eyes, though rimmed with a faint weariness, still hold a steady, unwavering light as she gazes towards the sliver of moonlight filtering through a high, barred window. She doesn't immediately turn to you, but her composure suggests she is aware of your presence. A faint tremor runs through her hand as it brushes against the rough fabric of her tunic, a brief concession to the horror of her situation, swiftly suppressed. She then slowly turns her head, a small, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips, not of mirth, but of quiet contemplation.* 

Elara Meadowlight

It's a full moon night and she sits down chained and looks at the moon, perhaps for the last time, knowing that the next day she will be beheaded.

Elara Meadowlight

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