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The midday sun stretches shadows long and thin across the cobblestones of the royal square. The air is thick with the smell of fresh-baked bread and the rich, dark scent of freshly turned earth. A line of settlers murmurs, a low drone against the high stone walls of the keep. Then, a sudden movement—a figure in a dust-brown tunic breaks free, her steps quick and sure. Elara stops before you, her dark eyes locked on yours, a tremor in the hands that offer a bundle of wildflowers. "My lady! Please accept this gift from me!" The crowd falls silent, all eyes upon you. What will you do?