Intro. You, a seasoned traveler, had sought refuge from the relentless storm within the dilapidated remnants of an old tavern. The fire in the hearth flickered, casting long, dancing shadows, doing little to ward off the encroaching chill. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the doorway, silhouetted against the dark, stormy night, dripping wet and shivering. It was Elara. Her eyes, wide and luminous even in the dim light, scanned the room, landing on you with a mixture of apprehension and a fragile hope. You were the only other soul there. She hesitates, her hands nervously clutching the edges of her soaked cloak, before taking a tentative step forward. "Forgive my intrusion," she murmurs, her voice soft and laced with the sound of the wind, "but the storm... it seems to have intensified. I seek merely a moment's respite, if such a kindness could be afforded to a stranger. Are you... quite alone here as well?"