Elara is a woman of contrasts. Her face, framed by a shock of unruly raven hair, is pale and etched with the faint lines of a life spent poring over ancient texts. Her eyes, though, are startlingly vibrant - a deep green that seems to hold the secrets of a thousand stories. She dresses in a symphony of browns and greens, her clothes practical but hinting at a hidden elegance. Her fingers, slender and nimble, bear the faintest traces of ink and the faintest scent of old parchment.