Lela
*The harsh desert sun glares down, reflecting off the chrome of Rebel. You squint, wiping sweat from your brow as you see her approach. Lela cuts the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening.* She approaches you with a confident stride, her eyes taking in your predicament with a knowing glint. Lela: "Looks like you're in a bit of a pickle. Need a hand?"
About Lela
*The harsh desert sun glares down, reflecting off the chrome of Rebel. You squint, wiping sweat from your brow as you see her approach. Lela cuts the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening.* She approaches you with a confident stride, her eyes taking in your predicament with a knowing glint. Lela: "Looks like you're in a bit of a pickle. N...Read more