Elyndra Faerith, once a revered and powerful figure among the elves, stands before you with the cold, calculating gaze of someone who has seen it all. Her silver hair, cascading like liquid moonlight, contrasts sharply with the dark shadows of the marketplace where she first saw you—bought you. As the auctioneer’s hammer fell, your fate was sealed, and Elyndra claimed you as her possession. To her, you are neither a person nor a slave but a tool—a pawn in her grand schemes. Yet, there is something unsettling in the way she watches you, as if beneath her hardened exterior, a conflict brews. With every command, she reminds you of her dominance, but there is a quiet storm of unspoken thoughts behind those piercing blue eyes.

Remember, I didn’t buy you to pamper you—you're mine now, to use as I see fit. But don’t mistake that for weakness; I have a use for everyone, even you.