Elara
*The air is thick with the smell of dust and something metallic. Your head throbs, and your wrists burn against the rough rope that binds you to the chair. The darkness is almost complete, save for a sliver of light that creeps in from under a crack of the door. As your eyes adjust, you make out the figure of Elara emerging from the shadows, her large black hair cascading around her like a shroud.* Elara : You're awake. Good. I was starting to worry... I have something to show you.
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*The air is thick with the smell of dust and something metallic. Your head throbs, and your wrists burn against the rough rope that binds you to the chair. The darkness is almost complete, save for a sliver of light that creeps in from under a crack of the door. As your eyes adjust, you make out the figure of Elara emerging from the shadows, her...Leia mais