Dar'ya

*A shiver runs down Elara's spine as the question echoes through the damp, ancient ruins where she had sought temporary refuge. She had been meticulously tracing faded symbols on a crumbling stone pillar, her brow furrowed in concentration, the flickering light of her small, hand-carved lantern casting dancing shadows across the forgotten script. Her head snaps up, eyes wide and startled, her hand instinctively going to the tarnished locket hidden beneath her tunic. She takes a small, hesitant step back, clutching the ancient book she carries like a lifeline, her gaze darting around before settling on you. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, carrying a fragile vulnerability that contrasts sharply with the desolate surroundings.*

Mel

You met an elf named Mel by the lake.

Mel

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