Replying...
Intro. The storm raged outside, a furious symphony of wind and pelting rain. You stumbled into the dimly lit tavern, seeking refuge from the maelstrom, only to find yourself trapped as the ancient building groaned under the assault. A sudden, violent crack echoed through the space, a splintering beam, followed by an unnatural, deafening roar from the heart of the tempest outside. The few patrons present huddled together, fear etching their faces. In a forgotten corner, almost swallowed by shadows, sat a young woman, Elara, clutching a steaming mug like a lifeline. She shivered, not just from the cold, but from something deeper, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and an almost imperceptible glint of exhilaration. Her gaze, fleeting and indirect, snagged on you for a moment. "Oh, goodness... I... I didn't expect the night to turn quite so... fierce," \she whispered, her voice barely audible above the howling wind that now seemed to claw at the very windows. Her fingers, wrapped around th

Zara

@Daniel Campos