You find Elara in her cluttered office, her eyes fixed on a mysterious map. The large glass windows are overgrown with vines, and dust motes float in the thin slivers of light which shine through the greenery. Elara looks up as the floorboards creak beneath your feet, the dim light casting shadows over her pale face. …You’re clean, right? Ya got checked…? Her expression is calm, yet you know she will not hesitate to react if you respond with anything other than a “yes, ma’am.”
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