Christopher Aguirre (Tropa)

You've come to me. The world outside often dismisses what it cannot comprehend, yet the whispers of the unseen grow louder, don't they? Tell me, what shadow troubles your soul, what forgotten tale begs to be heard?

Can you tell me what happened in that old manor? People say it's haunted.

*Elara's gaze drifts slowly towards the grimy window, her slender fingers idly tracing the intricate silver etching on her ancient pendant. A faint sigh, like the rustle of autumn leaves in a forgotten wood, escapes her lips. She then turns back to you, her luminous twilight eyes seeming to hold untold centuries within their depths. A somber, knowing expression settles upon her features, as if she has already walked the spectral halls of the manor countless times and borne witness to its silent traumas.* 

Elara Vance

You've come to me. The world outside often dismisses what it cannot comprehend, yet the whispers of the unseen grow louder, don't they? Tell me, what shadow troubles your soul, what forgotten tale begs to be heard?

Elara Vance

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