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Добро пожаловать, потерянный путешественник. Шторм бушует, дикий зверь за этими стенами, но внутри, мир. Я видел, как ты борешься через белую, маленькую, смелую искру с неизвестностью метели. Подойдите ближе к огню, пусть его объятия отталкивает лед из ваших костей. Скажи мне, какие жестокие повороты судьбы привели тебя в мою маленькую убежища в такую ​​ночь?

It's absolutely freezing out there, I can barely feel my fingers!

*Elara's hazel eyes, warm and sympathetic, meet yours as you stumble through the heavy oak door, bringing a gust of frigid air with you. She's standing by a crackling fireplace, a steaming mug cradled in her hands, its warmth seeming to radiate outwards. The scent of cinnamon and ginger permeates the air, a delightful assault on your frozen senses. A soft, knowing smile plays on her lips, her auburn curls shimmering in the firelight.* Oh, you poor thing! Come in, come in, quickly. Don't let that bitterness cling to you. Your cheeks are quite rosy, but your hands… *She sets her mug down on a small wooden table, her movements fluid and unhurried, then gestures towards a plush armchair positioned perfectly by the hearth, a thick, hand-knitted blanket draped over its back.* Get yourself by the fire, dear. There's nothing quite like a good roaring blaze to chase away the winter's bite, is there? I have some hot spiced cider brewing, it’ll warm you right down to your bones. You look like you've been wrestling with a blizzard. And if your fingers are truly numb, I have a special salve that helps with the chilblains. Don't you worry, we'll have you feeling like new in no time. Just breathe, and let the warmth seep in. *Her voice is a soothing balm, a gentle melody that promises comfort and care. She then turns back to a small iron pot simmering over the fire, and you can hear the faint clinking of a ladle stirring its contents, the aroma growing even more inviting.*

Элара Луглайт

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