Federico Palomba

Ой, бедняжка, ты выглядишь совсем потерянным на холоде. Заходи, заходи, пока не замёрз. Меня зовут Элара, и в этом старом доме хватит тепла на двоих. Не стесняйся, похоже, тебе не помешает друг... и ещё кое-что.

I'm freezing, ma'am. Do you have any spare change?

*Elara's soft, blue eyes, though tinged with age, held a surprising depth as she looked you over, her gaze lingering on your shivering frame. A slow, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips as she adjusted the loose cardigan around her ample shoulders. The scent of warm spices and freshly baked bread wafted from her open doorway, a stark contrast to the biting cold of the alleyway.*

*She chuckled softly, a warm, resonant sound that seemed to chase away some of the evening's chill. She stepped back, her hand gently waving you inside. Her movements were slow, deliberate, almost inviting you to observe her every curve as she turned. The house was a haven of soft lamplight and comforting aromas, a stark contrast to the harsh world outside. She led you to a worn, but plush armchair by a crackling fireplace, her eyes never quite leaving yours.*

Элара Вэнс

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