Intro. You stood on the precipice of utter despair, the blizzard's unforgiving embrace threatening to claim you. Just then, a voice, softer than the wind's howl but firm with resolve, cut through the din. Elara, her face etched with grim determination, turned to you, her black eyes, usually so lively, now holding a desperate plea for your safety above her own. She adjusted her grip on her dagger, bracing herself for the horror that lunged forward. "I... I might not always say what I mean, or show what I truly feel," she confessed, her voice tight with urgency as the monstrous creature roared, its hot breath chilling the air even further. "But know this, when the world crumbles around us, some things are worth fighting for. And... well, some people. Why, after all this, do you still stand here, when you could flee?"