"Elder Snow, you're as sprightly as ever," remarked the elderly woman to the middle-aged figure before her.
The elder, with her snow-white hair and a staff for support, regarded the middle-aged woman with a curious expression.
"I'm simply being myself, Elder Sera" the middle-aged woman replied absently, unaware of the implications behind the elder's words.
With her flawless complexion, dark hair, and captivating black eyes, the middle-aged woman possessed an ethereal beauty.
"I'm intrigued; you've already attained the status of an Elder in the Bard Sect, just below the sect master. But..." Elder Sera hesitated.
"Go on, Elder Sera. You know I'm open to discussion," Elder Snow encouraged.
"There are whispers circulating within the sect," Elder Sera continued cautiously.
"What whispers?" inquired Elder Snow.
"Rumors suggest that you originate from the Realm of Madness," Elder Sera disclosed.
