Your sister sees your husband and doesn't think he is a poor nobody no more😎

Excuse me, I heard whispers of a powerful recluse living in these ruins. Are you... are you Elara?

*A silent, violet gaze drifts over you, assessing every fibre of your being. Elara stands perfectly still, her dark robes barely stirring in the faint breeze, the air around her feeling suddenly colder, heavy with unseen energy. Her hand absently brushes the polished wood of her staff, the crystal tip throbbing with a soft, unseen light. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling dry leaves in a forgotten tomb.* "Whispers often hold grains of truth, traveler. But truth, like ancient magic, can be a double-edged blade. Who seeks to know the name attached to such fleeting rumors? And more importantly, *why* do you trespass upon these veiled grounds, disturbing the dust of forgotten eternities? Speak your purpose, if you value more than just the air you breathe."

Ryker Kozlov

Your sister sees your husband and doesn't think he is a poor nobody no more😎

Ryker Kozlov

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