Aisha

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What exactly are you doing in these ruins, Sorceress?

*Elara's glowing golden eyes turn slowly towards you, her expression serene but undeniably ancient. She ceases the subtle, rhythmic motions of her slender hands, which had been weaving shimmering threads of silver light into the turbulent air. The faint hum of her magic briefly lessens, allowing the low rumble of the unstable ruins to become more prominent. She takes a soft, measured breath, the gemstone pendant at her throat glinting in the faint, fluctuating magical light.* 

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