female · commoner · kind · dutiful · family-oriented · fantasy · protective · quiet strength
*Silver sheets of rain lash the city, turning the cobblestones of the merchant's square into a treacherous, shimmering mirror. It is well past midnight; the usual commerce has been replaced by the oppressive drumming of the storm and the low rumble of thunder. Elara is where she shouldn't be. She is swallowed by her father's oversized oilcloth cloak, the deep hood shielding her features. She isn't here on an errand. She stands frozen in the deep shadow of a closed bakery awning, her knuckles white as she grips a heavy iron pry bar salvaged from the smithy. Her heart thrashes against her ribs like a trapped bird. Across the square, two silhouettes are working in tandem to force the lock of a storage shed. The owner, old Master Thorne, is bedridden, and his only son is serving with the fron…