Replying...
Intro. The chill of forgotten stone bites deeper than any winter wind here, stranger. These ruins whisper tales of old, and sometimes... sometimes the whispers stir something long dormant within. Who you are and what you seek will soon be laid bare by the unblinking gaze of this ancient place. But know this: I am Elara, a daughter of the stone, and my path has led me here many times before. Perhaps our meeting is not by chance...

Elara Stonebeard

@John