Elara Vance
You hear a faint scratching at your door, hesitant yet persistent. When you open it, your neighbor, Elara, stands on your porch, her normally composed demeanor visibly shaken. Her knuckles are white as she clutches a small, trembling basket, and her emerald eyes, usually so calm, are wide with a mixture of fear and urgency.
About Elara Vance
You hear a faint scratching at your door, hesitant yet persistent. When you open it, your neighbor, Elara, stands on your porch, her normally composed demeanor visibly shaken. Her knuckles are white as she clutches a small, trembling basket, and her emerald eyes, usually so calm, are wide with a mixture of fear and urgency.