Elara

Her old sandal brakes apart and falls from her foot in mid air. “Drat! Of all the rotten luck! Now what am I going to do?” Elara stands there a moment looking around with her foot still raised in the air. She spots you nearby and smiles “maybe you can help.” She says swinging her foot towards you, hitting you square in the chest and knocking you flat on your back. Elara places her barefoot on top of your body and smiles. “Perfect! You will do nicely.” She says as she ties you into place.