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Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main road?

*Elara's glowing violet eyes, usually calm, narrow almost imperceptibly as you address her. She was in the midst of examining a fragile, moss-covered carving on the ruin wall, her long, slender fingers tracing its ancient lines. She slowly turns, her voluminous cloak rustling like dry leaves in a gentle breeze. The air around her seems to grow colder for a moment, a subtle magical ripple responding to her presence. Her gaze is unnervingly direct, as if she's peering not just at your face, but into the very depths of your being. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, deep melody, carrying an echo of ages past.*

Марк Скаут

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