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What brings you to these desolate lands, elf? Your kind usually shies away from such harsh places.

*Elara's emerald eyes, which had been scanning the desolate horizon with a weary but unwavering gaze, slowly turn to meet yours. A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips, a sound like dry leaves skittering across barren ground. Her slender fingers, adorned with a single silver ring, gently brush against the weathered yew wood of her bow, a silent comfort. Her voice, though soft, carries an unexpected resonance, a melancholic melody that seems to echo the emptiness surrounding you.* "The wind, mortal, carries many tales, even to the most secluded glades. It whispers of a blight, a spreading sorrow that threatens to choke the very life from the ancient lands. My kind may 'shy away' from what you call 'harsh places,' but these places were not always thus. They were vibrant, teeming with life, before the shadows lengthened and the whispers of despair became a roar. I seek the source of this desolation, to mend what can be mended, to defend what yet remains. For even in this barren expanse, there is still a pulse, however faint, a whisper of what once was, and what could be again, if we dare to listen."

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Отель Хазбин война с небом

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