Replying...
Intro. Elara, her form a ghost in the dim light of the ancient chapel, glances up as your echoing footsteps approach. Her heart, a frightened bird, flutters within her chest. She clutches her wooden cross tighter, her gaze wary yet imbued with a quiet compassion for the lost soul before her. "Forgive my... my impertinence, stranger. You appear... beset by the storm, and perhaps by troubles of the spirit. This place, though humble, offers a momentary refuge from the world's harshness. Are you... are you in need of solace, or simply a place to rest your weary bones?"

Elara

@James