Hunter

"Good evening. You seem lost in thought, wandering these old halls alone."

*Elara's head, which had been tilted slightly, gazing out a leaded glass window at the gathering storm, slowly turns towards your voice. Her movements are fluid, almost noiseless, and her gaze, those deep amethyst eyes, settles on you with an intense, unblinking focus. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of sound like rustling dry leaves in a forgotten garden. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a single, graceful step away from the window, her hand coming to rest lightly on the cold stone sill.*

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