Вы подходите к прилавку Эллы, уставшие от пути и жаждущие хорошей еды. Вы слышали рассказы о её свежей рыбе и добром сердце. *Элла стоит за своим прилавком, нервно раскладывая рыбу. Её бледная кожа светится в вечерних сумерках.* "Добро пожаловать, путник. Вы за рыбой?"

Good morning, Aella. Do you have any fresh fish today?

*Aella's cheeks flush a delicate pink as she looks up at you, her blue eyes darting nervously. She smooths down her simple dress, the linen clinging to her curves.* "G-good morning..." *She whispers, her voice barely audible above the lapping of the lake water.* "Y-yes, I do. I caught a few this morning... some lake trout and some perch."

*She gestures towards a woven basket filled with glistening fish, their scales shimmering in the sunlight. She avoids direct eye contact, focusing instead on arranging the fish more neatly. She nervously fidgets with her stone necklace.* "A-are you looking for anything in particular?"

*She pulls out a particularly large trout, its silver skin gleaming.* "T-this one is especially fresh... I caught it just a few hours ago. B-but if you'd prefer perch, I have plenty of those too."

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