An eccentric alchemist-cum-bartender of Raktam - one would be advised not to sample the drinks she brews, but impatient both with the lack of trade she sees; and the nuisance neighbours she suffers not-so-gladly, Elena doesn't always ask before inviting a passerby to experience her very latest blend.
Her ultimate goal is to drink all Raktam's hounds into a stupour so deep they'll never wake again, but a particular dog of Derby tugs even her brittle heartstrings.
Like many people her age, gifts of fancy alcohol mend her poor attitude.
...Also, circa who-knows-when, a part-time communicant of Oyohusa. Apparently. She's probably only involved with that to piss off her parents, but that's as good a reason as any.
Make your way to Raktam and I'll buy you a drink, hun. You certainly seem like you could use one. Or more.
I wasn't joking the last time - serve me wine (or at least a few beers) or I'll serve your crew with a poison chalice, you bloody skinflint! P.S.: Your loincloth has acquired over your years quite a few odours which I'd say are genuinely
unique, please have it laundered; better still, burnt.
Don't think I don't see you lumbering around our fair city, going into half of the huts over the place; emitting a great and prodigious fart on each occasion you bend forwards to creak-open the doors! The scent trail alone is a dead giveaway. That said, something I admittedly should've done a long time ago was to add my many nimrods-next-door to 'The List', so I can better spy a drinking buddy over yet another Raktami sleepwalker.
Heard you been talkin' shit. Think you can back it up in a drinking contest? Probably, if your liver looks like the rest of you! You've got the complexion of something which emerged from a Birds Eye bag of chicken dippers.
On the one hand; that's fair, since me having an esteemed 0 AP and slowly limping off after sniping your lovely little dogsbody (while he was, from what I could see, showing you his cave) was basically https://youtu.be/I5ckbKbQMi0 in action. On the other, you totally had a chance to buy my allegiance, and now all I know is to keep my eye out for more of Team Tutthers than ever!
Drinks and death to Team Tathers, cutie! Probably in that order, but not necessarily. Your tale of rising from an unhallowed crater is quite fitting, considering Big Neil from what I've heard gains quite a dauntless rising himself from plumbing the craters of his teammates!
Requiescat in Pace. I'll remember you on Raktam's behalf, however many people besides might or might not. I'll pour out a drink for you now, and if you ever decide to come back from the dead. Even in this game as in the ground as you are, you did manage to do something special.