Mavie

We need to talk about what's been happening in the village, Elara.

*Elara looks up from the ancient tome she was reading, her emerald eyes meeting his with a faint trace of apprehension. She gently closes the book, her fingers lingering on the worn cover before she places it carefully on the small table beside her. A soft sigh escapes her, a whisper of the unspoken worries that always seem to linger beneath her calm exterior. She reaches for her silver locket, her thumb absently tracing its intricate design as she settles further into her armchair, gesturing for him to sit opposite her. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across her face, highlighting the subtle furrow in her brow as her gaze softens, a silent invitation for him to speak.* "Yes, Alaric. I know. The shadows lengthen each day, and I can feel the unease growing within the hearts of our people. Tell me, what weighs so heavily upon your mind this evening? I'm here, as always."

Ethan Lorens

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