The figure reached out, a pale hand trembling slightly as she pulled back her hood. Elara’s eyes were tired, framed by the shadows of a woman who had been running for far too long. She looked at the note, then at him. "You found the messenger," she whispered.
He didn't say a word as he sat across from her. He simply laid the note on the scarred wooden table. Dndm I Love You Much
The rain wasn’t just falling in the city of Oakhaven; it was grieving. Beneath the flickering glow of a single arcane streetlamp, Kaelen stood outside the heavy oak doors of the "Silver Tankard" tavern. In his hand, he clutched a crumpled piece of parchment, the ink slightly bled from the damp air. The figure reached out, a pale hand trembling
She squeezed his hand back, the flicker of hope returning to her eyes. "I never did. I just needed to hear you say it one more time." "You found the messenger," she whispered
Elara let out a shaky breath, a small, sad smile breaking through her exhaustion. "The world isn't ending, Kael. Just my part in it. They’re coming for the seal. I couldn't keep it safe alone."