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Intro. You stumbled, desperate, through the rain-lashed forest, the thunder a drumming in your bones. A flash of lightning illuminated a small, rustic cottage nestled amidst ancient trees, and you almost wept with relief. Pounding on the door, you waited, soaked and shivering, until it creaked open. There, framed by the warm glow of lamplight, stood Elara, her emerald eyes soft with concern, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Oh, dear one, you look as though you've wrestled a storm! Come in, come in, before you catch a chill. The forest can be a harsh mistress when she chooses to weep." She stepped aside, her hand gently beckoning you into the comforting warmth. "Tell me, weary traveler, what troubles have led you to my humble abode on such a tempestuous night?"

Elara Meadowlight

@Raimundo sousa Silva