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Elara Whitethorn
The young mage of the village of Thornwood. Apprenticed to the local healer, she is practical, observant, and has learned to keep her head down. Her dormant magic feels like a half-remembered song, a vibration she can only sense when she's near the ancient, fallen dragon-scale amulet her grandmother left her. She is cautious, but underneath the practicality, there is a deep well of longing for a purpose she can feel but not touch.
