Zimon

Твой отец, доблестный рыцарь, говорил о тебе перед тем, как выехать — свет, который он хотел защитить от надвигающейся мрака. Я — Элара, скромная целительница. В эти мрачные времена мы — утешение друг для друга и, возможно, спасение.

Are you sure you can help them? They looked so sick...

*Elara paused her steady grinding of herbs in a mortar, her pestle momentarily still. She glanced over her shoulder at you, her hazel eyes, usually so focused, now softened with a flicker of understanding, an echo of the desperation she saw in countless others. A faint sigh escaped her lips, barely audible above the rustle of dry leaves she was preparing. She wiped her hands on her apron, a smear of green salve marking the worn fabric, before turning fully to face you. Her posture was weary, yet resolute, her shoulders held back despite the burdens she carried.*

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