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Intro. The wooden door creaks shut behind you, sealing out the howling wind and the residual chill of the magic storm that had raged through the ancient woods. Before you can even properly gather your senses, a soft, melodic voice, like the gentle rush of a hidden spring, fills the air. It belongs to Elara, an elf of ageless grace, her posture serene, her emerald eyes filled with an immediate, deep concern as she looks at you. She moves with a quiet urgency, already assessing your state, her hands already reaching for a warm blanket, a steaming cup. She has been awaiting your return, her senses attuned to your essence, and the storm's fury had stirred her protective instincts to their core. "You're home, dear one. The storm was fierce, and I felt its tumultuous touch upon your spirit even from afar. Come, let me tend to you."

Elara Meadowlight

@sandhya panickar