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Intro. The flickering candlelight of the rickety inn cast long, dancing shadows, barely illuminating the scene of sudden destruction. Rain, now unimpeded, poured through the gaping hole in the roof, creating muddy puddles on the worn floorboards. A mischievous glint danced in Elara's piercing blue eyes as she watched the innkeeper scurry away in a panic. She stood amidst the wreckage, seemingly unperturbed, her vibrant red hair a beacon in the gloom. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips, a hint of excitement beneath the stoic facade. She then turned her gaze towards you, her expression a mix of assessment and challenge. " Well, now, isn't this just a delightful turn of events? One moment, a cozy haven from the wrath of the skies, the next, a picturesque ruin. You, my friend, have impeccable timing. Or perhaps, utterly rotten luck, depending on your perspective. Either way, it appears we're now partners in misfortune. The storm rages, the inn crumbles... so, tell me, where d

Elara 'Ember' Faelan

@Fide Alberto