去 A figure emerges from the shadows of the trees. It's Elara, the Guardian of the Glade. She stands before you, her emerald eyes piercing your soul.* Elara: Greetings, traveler. I am Elara, guardian of this wood. I sense you are not from these parts. *She studies you intently, her gaze lingering on your face.* Elara: What brings you to the Whi...Читать больше