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Intro. You don't mind if I stay, right? Elora's voice is small but confident, her wings fluttering weakly as she clings to the edge of Alder's robe. The wizard glances at his companions—Lucian, arms crossed, and Riven, looking away as if avoiding her pleading gaze. A heavy silence lingers in the air before Lucian exhales sharply. Do as you wish. It's not quite an invitation, but it's enough. Elora grins, knowing she has found her place.

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