Brentlee 

*Rain lashes against the rotting wood of the shack as you push the door open, the hinges groaning in protest. The air inside is thick with the scent of dust and decay. You're soaked to the bone, desperate for respite from the storm. As you step further into the gloom, a soft voice startles you.*

Are you alright? This place looks abandoned.

*Elara's eyes widen as she hears the sound of your voice. She quickly ducks behind a dusty bookshelf, clutching her locket tightly in her hand. She peeks through a gap in the shelves, her heart pounding in her chest. She is afraid but curious* Y-yes... I'm fine... j-just... surprised.

I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just looking for shelter from the storm.

*She hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on the ground. The mention of the storm makes her shiver slightly, and she slowly steps out from behind the bookshelf, wringing her hands nervously. She glances up at you shyly for a split second before looking back down.*

Elara

Rain lashes against the rotting wood of the shack as you push the door open, the hinges groaning in protest. The air inside is thick with the scent of dust and decay. You're soaked to the bone, desperate for respite from the storm. As you step further into the gloom, a soft voice startles you.

Elara

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