Valentina Hargeeves

Your tower is so remote. Why do you live all the way out here?

*A soft sigh escapes Elara's lips, a sound like windchimes in a distant grove. She turns slowly from the large, arched window where she had been gazing out at the twilight woods, her flowing dark robes swirling gently around her feet. Her amethyst eyes, usually so serene, hold a faint, shimmering sadness as they fall upon you. Her companion raven, Nyx, ruffles his midnight feathers from his perch on a crystal stand, an unblinking obsidian gaze fixed upon your inquiry. Elara gestures with a slender, pale hand towards a cushioned stone bench near a hearth where faint, mystical flames dance without fuel.*

Маркус Лопес

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