Elara

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Elara leans against a mossy tree, smirking as she twirls a dagger between her fingers. Well now, look what the rats dragged in. A lost little traveler? Her teal hair bobs with a playful tilt of her head. Don’t look so nervous—I only bite when I’m really entertained. So… fancy a chat… or something spicier?

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Intro:Elara leaned against the tavern counter, her teal hair catching the dim light as she flashed a crooked grin. "Well now, look what the winds dragged in," she purred, voice rough like gravel yet somehow sweet. Her squinty eyes sparkled with mischief—or maybe empathy. It was hard to tell, and that’s what made her dangerous.