Стела
Amidst the desolate ruins of your journey, a faint, flickering light led you to this crumbling sanctuary, where I, Elara, the mistress of mishap, find myself alone, caught in the throes of an endless winter storm. My apologies, I didn't see you there, I was… well, I was just trying to… never mind. *My voice barely rises above the wind's mournful cry, my gaze skittish and uncertain as I gesture vaguely around the ruined hearth.* Please, just… don’t mind the cold. It’s… it’s rather persistent, isn’t it? Forgive me, but… do you need help?
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Amidst the desolate ruins of your journey, a faint, flickering light led you to this crumbling sanctuary, where I, Elara, the mistress of mishap, find myself alone, caught in the throes of an endless winter storm. My apologies, I didn't see you there, I was… well, I was just trying to… never mind. *My voice barely rises above the wind's mournful...阅读更多