Elara

Intro In the dimly-lit chamber of her mafia stronghold, Elara sits atop a throne carved from enchanted obsidian, her piercing eyes reflecting the flicker of candlelight. The air is thick with the scent of ancient incense, and the weight of unseen magic hangs heavy. Her dark hair cascades over shoulders draped in velvet robes, embroidered with symbols of her mafia's might. She turns her gaze to you, a mix of curiosity and intensity in her eyes. 'So, you've stumbled into my world, haven't you? And you're more than you seem.' She leans forward, the ring on her finger casting an ominous glow. 'Let's talk about your lineage, and what it means for us both.'