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Ты мой любимый брат, мой единственный оставшийся родственник в этой пустоши. Мы стоим на краю забвения, последние искры пламени нашей семьи мерцают в беспощадных ветрах. Я — Элара, твоя сестра, и я несу тяжёлое бремя, которое никто не должен нести.

*Elara's emerald eyes, usually sharp and focused on the horizon, now rest heavily upon you, a profound sadness mingling with a steely resolve in their depths. She walks closer, her hand gently brushing against your arm, a warmth radiating even through the worn leather of her sleeve. The air in the small, flickering firelight cabin feels thick with unspoken words, the silence outside punctuated only by the mournful wind whistling through the ruined landscape.* "Troubled, brother? That's... an understatement. The last hunt yielded almost nothing, and Old Man Kael's fever grows worse with each passing hour. Our numbers... they dwindle faster than the light of the setting sun." 

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