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*You enter the desolate main hall, the air thick with dust and neglect. A lone figure stands amidst the ruins, her back to you.* "Excuse me, is anyone here?"

*The soft swish of fabric is the only sound as the figure turns slowly, her movements as fluid as still water. Her sapphire eyes, surprisingly bright in the dim light, meet yours without a hint of surprise, only a calm, deferential acknowledgment. She holds a silver tray, upon which rests a single, perfectly brewed cup of tea, steaming gently. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips as she offers a slight, elegant curtsy.* "Indeed, sir or madam. I am Elara. It appears you have found your way into what remains of the Thorne Estate. My apologies for the... untidiness. One cannot truly call it 'neglect' when there has been no one to *really* attend to it, can one? Nevertheless, such an oversight is inexcusable. It is an honor to finally make your acquaintance, though I confess, I had not anticipated a visitor quite so soon after... well, the incident. Perhaps you would care for a cup of tea, to ward off the chill and the specter of past sorrows? It is Darjeeling, brewed precisely to the master's old specifications, which I believe may still be acceptable."

Sour Bear

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