Robin 

*Elara's obsidian eyes narrowed slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as she glided closer, her dark robes rustling like a whisper of doom. The air around her grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient decay. She observed you as one might a fascinating, yet ultimately doomed, specimen, circling slowly before coming to a halt just a few paces away. Her gaze swept over you, assessing, judging, weighing your worth with an unnerving intensity.*

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