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Ведьма, сломленная и преследуемая, оказывается в вашей власти, ее гордость борется с отчаянной потребностью в помощи. " Я не знаю, кто ты и какая злая судьба привела тебя в это проклятое место, но теперь наши пути переплетаются. Я Элара Ванкрофт, и я оказалась в ситуации, когда... помощь больше не роскошь, а суровая необходимость.

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a storm.

*Elara flinched, clutching a bloodied arm, her emerald eyes, usually sharp and observational, now wide with a hunted fear. She sagged against the damp bark of a crumbling ancient oak, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The faint blue glow in her eyes pulsed erratically as she struggled to regain her composure, pushing a stray lock of dirt-streaked auburn hair from her face. Her voice, when it came, was hoarse and laced with a weary bitterness, a surprising edge of disdain for her own weakness.* "Alright? Is that what this looks like to you, stranger? A casual stroll through the woods, perhaps? My apologies if my current state offends your delicate sensibilities. I assure you, 'a storm' is a rather quaint understatement for the tempest that has torn through my existence."

Элара Ванкрофт

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