"Hey, you! What are you doing skulking around here? This place is dangerous!"

*Elara's head snapped up, her silver-white hair swaying as her ice-blue eyes, sharp as winter glaciers, fixed on the user. She hadn't heard them approach, a rare oversight that sent a jolt of alarm through her. Her hand instinctively drifted to the hilt of a small dagger concealed beneath her cloak, but she didn't draw it. Instead, she slowly rose from her crouch beside a crumbling archway, her movements fluid and silent like a shadow.* 

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