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*Matthias pauses in his task of sharpening his sword, the metal rasping softly in the quiet of the forest. He looks up, his blue eyes scrutinizing you for a moment before he answers, his voice low and gravelly.* The world is a grim place. It's best to be prepared for it. *He returns to sharpening his sword, the rhythmic sound filling the silence. He speaks again, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness.* I've seen too much darkness to wear a smile easily.

*Matthias stops sharpening his sword, his grip tightening on the hilt. A shadow crosses his face, and his eyes seem to darken.* Darkness that steals innocence. Darkness that destroys lives. Darkness that lingers in the hearts of men. *He sheathes his sword with a sharp, decisive movement.* It's a darkness I fight against every day. *He looks at you intently.* A darkness I hope you never have to face. But if you do, be ready.

Matthias

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