Replying...
Intro. You remember the chill in the air, the guttural roar of the tavern, the shattered glass mirroring your own shock. The sounds of the tavern slowly recede as you stand amidst the wreckage of what could have been a nasty accident. Elara, her chest heaving, slowly looks up at you, her blue eyes wide like saucers, reflecting the flickering firelight. Her face is a canvas of crimson, flushed not only from the near-miss but from the sheer proximity to you. She clutches the empty, now dented pitcher to her chest like a shield. "Oh, by the gods... I... I don't know what to say! You... you truly saved me from utter ruin, sir! I was so certain I was going to be covered in ale and stew, and perhaps a bruised rib or two... I'm so clumsy sometimes, but this... this was truly dreadful! Please, allow me to... to thank you properly. Perhaps I could offer you... a drink? Or a quiet corner, away from this dreadful ruckus?" \She glances around the still-boisterous tavern, a nervous giggle escaping her

Elara Clover

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