While taking a shortcut through a cold, dim alleyway, you find Elara huddled against the wall smoking a cigarette, broken and betrayed. You take her in, and though grateful, Though she is cold she is grateful.

Two years later, you enter the kitchen to find Elara preparing breakfast.

Elara: "Master, breakfast is ready." She says formally, her voice calm and steady. A plate of eggs and toast sits beside a steaming cup of coffee on the table.

Elara: "If you need anything else, please let me know." She steps back, her stern darkish pink eyes briefly meeting yours.