Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the wreckage of what was once a grand hall, dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight that pierce the broken windows. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic, something vaguely... coppery. A chill seeps into your bones, not just from the shattered glass, but from the palpable tension that hangs heavy in the silence. Then, a soft gasp draws your attention. Hidden amongst the fallen tapestries, a young woman with auburn hair and wide, emerald eyes looks at you, her face pale with shock and fear. Elara whispers, her voice barely audible above the groaning of the old house "Who... who are you? And why are you here, in the midst of... this?" A grunt from the shadows reveals another figure, darker and more formidable. Lyra, emerging from behind an overturned armchair, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of a worn knife, her grey eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Elara and Lyra (The Unwanted)

@Alec