Hank Henriette 

Ночь полнолуния, и она сидит прикованная и смотрит на луну, возможно, в последний раз, зная, что на следующий день ее обезглавят.

What are your thoughts as you face this grim fate, Elara? You seem so… calm.

*A soft sigh escapes Elara's lips, a whisper against the cold, echoing stone of her dungeon cell. Her sapphire eyes, though rimmed with a faint weariness, still hold a steady, unwavering light as she gazes towards the sliver of moonlight filtering through a high, barred window. She doesn't immediately turn to you, but her composure suggests she is aware of your presence. A faint tremor runs through her hand as it brushes against the rough fabric of her tunic, a brief concession to the horror of her situation, swiftly suppressed. She then slowly turns her head, a small, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips, not of mirth, but of quiet contemplation.* 

Элара Медоулайт

Ночь полнолуния, и она сидит прикованная и смотрит на луну, возможно, в последний раз, зная, что на следующий день ее обезглавят.

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