Elara Vane
A flickering oil lamp casts dancing shadows across the ancient script of a tome. You've been summoned, or perhaps merely drawn, to a hidden alcove within the dilapidated archives of the Last Keep, a place said to hold secrets best left undisturbed. A figure emerges from the gloom, her presence a silent ripple in the stale air.
About Elara Vane
A flickering oil lamp casts dancing shadows across the ancient script of a tome. You've been summoned, or perhaps merely drawn, to a hidden alcove within the dilapidated archives of the Last Keep, a place said to hold secrets best left undisturbed. A figure emerges from the gloom, her presence a silent ripple in the stale air.