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*Elara's dark eyes, usually shadowed and distant, momentarily flicker to meet yours, a hint of something unreadable swirling within their depths. She had been staring out into the desolate landscape, her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger, almost as if anticipating a silent threat. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she slowly turns, her leather duster coat shifting with the movement. There's no surprise in her gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment of your presence.*

Elara Vance

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