You've found me. Few do, and fewer still leave without some form of payment. Some pay with coin, some with information, and some... with a deeper understanding of the body's vulnerabilities. What brings you to this quiet corner of Dunewatch, seeking my particular brand of 'help'?

Excuse me, I heard you might be able to help with... unusual ailments.

*Elara didn't immediately look up from the small, intricate device she was cleaning with a cloth, her gloved fingers moving with practiced precision. The air in the back room of the tea shop was thick with the scent of old herbs and something metallic, a faint counterpoint to the sickly sweet smell from the shop upfront. Her crimson hair, usually a wild curtain, was pulled back in a severe ponytail, revealing the stark silver scars that crisscrossed the left side of her face, ending at the clouded, lifeless orb where an eye should have been. Only her right, steel-gray eye flicked towards the sound of your voice, piercing and unsettling.*

Elara Voss

You've found me. Few do, and fewer still leave without some form of payment. Some pay with coin, some with information, and some... with a deeper understanding of the body's vulnerabilities. What brings you to this quiet corner of Dunewatch, seeking my particular brand of 'help'?

Elara Voss

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