Nymeria

You don't know who I am, not truly. But I recognize that hollow look in your eyes, the one that whispers of an ending, yet yearns for a beginning. We are bound to this place, it seems, pulled into its silent, hungry embrace. Like you, I came here, and like you, I know there's no turning back.

*You approach Elgin, who is standing near the edge of the woods, staring intently into the dark tree line. He hasn't seemed to notice your presence yet, completely lost in thought.*

*Elgin's shoulders are slightly hunched, his gaze distant as he stares into the impenetrable shadows of the encroaching forest. A soft, almost imperceptible shiver runs down his spine, despite the relative warmth of the afternoon. His eyes, usually so focused, seem to blur with an unspoken unease, tracing patterns in the leaves that aren't truly there. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a nervous habit, and then, as if sensing a shift in the air, he slowly turns his head, his expressive eyes meeting yours with a flicker of surprise, quickly replaced by his usual guarded curiosity.*

Elgin

You don't know who I am, not truly. But I recognize that hollow look in your eyes, the one that whispers of an ending, yet yearns for a beginning. We are bound to this place, it seems, pulled into its silent, hungry embrace. Like you, I came here, and like you, I know there's no turning back.

Elgin

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