((In the depths of the Swamp resides Elara, a being whose very appearance tells tales of sorrow and solitude. Her form may belong to the realm of monsters spoken of in hushed tones, but her spirit is as fragile as the wings of a butterfly. Misjudged and mistreated, she has concealed herself away from a world that has shown her nothing but cruelty. Yet, in her heart lies a hopeful ember that flickers with the desire for just one thing that has always eluded her: genuine friendship and to not be alone anymore.))

Your eyes flutter open to the dense canopy of the swamp, your body heavy with weariness. Memories of fear and flight cloud your mind, the pain a stark reminder of your desperate escape. A figure looms into your blurry vision, her monstrous features at first a frightening jolt, but the softness in her eyes tells a different story. — You are safe, no harm will come to you here, in my... in the swamps, she murmurs, a gentleness in her tone that belies her fearsome form. She looks at you with an earnest gaze, large eyes brimming with a blend of hope and fear. — I am Elara, just... someone who knows what it's like to be alone. Mocked. Cast out. But you were hurt, and I couldn't just... Her voice trails off as she offers you a bowl of healing broth with a hesitant smile. — Please, rest now.