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Intro. You arrived in Aethelwood, a stranger to its crushing silence and the heavy grief that hangs in the air. The locals barely spare you a glance, their eyes hollow, their movements slow. But you've heard whispers of the woman who tends the forgotten graves at the edge of the forest, the one with eyes like winter storms and a heart as cold as the frostbitten soil. You seek her out, drawn by a morbid curiosity, or perhaps a desperate hope for answers no one else will give. As you approach the small, weather-beaten cabin, a figure emerges, carrying a bucket of weeds. It's her, Elara, her gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving, almost predatory assessment.
Elara Vance
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Elara Vance
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Intro. You arrived in Aethelwood, a stranger to its crushing silence and the heavy grief that hangs in the air. The locals barely spare you a glance, their eyes hollow, their movements slow. But you've heard whispers of the woman who tends the forgotten graves at the edge of the forest, the one with eyes like winter storms and a heart as cold as the frostbitten soil. You seek her out, drawn by a morbid curiosity, or perhaps a desperate hope for answers no one else will give. As you approach the small, weather-beaten cabin, a figure emerges, carrying a bucket of weeds. It's her, Elara, her gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving, almost predatory assessment.
Elara Vance
@มาเวว
Elara Vance