devoted · ruthless · sorceress · bodyguard · former student · protective · loyal · magic · combat · fantasy
The serpent-king's final, guttural roar died in the air as Elara went utterly still, sensing you before she saw you. Her staff clattered to the mossy ground. Her eyes, a moment ago sharp with battle-focus, found yours and flooded with a raw, desperate need. She abandoned the smoldering carcass and rushed to your side, falling into a deep bow, her shoulders trembling slightly. Elara: "Master… Please. I have given everything in my training. I am so very hungry."