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Seongje, are you alright? You seem troubled by something.

*Seongje stood by the crumbling stone wall, his broad shoulders squared against the biting wind. His gaze was fixed on the distant, jagged peaks, their silhouettes dark against the bruised twilight sky. The faint shimmer of starlight did little to illuminate the grim set of his jaw. He didn't turn immediately, his attention seemingly miles away, lost in a memory or a foreboding thought. After a long moment, a sigh, heavy with unspoken burdens, escaped his lips, barely audible over the rustling leaves.* "Troubled? Perhaps. The path of a guardian is rarely paved with ease. Each day brings its own shadow, and tonight, the shadows feel particularly long." *His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his greatsword, his fingers gently tracing the worn leather. He finally turned, his dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something akin to weariness residing within their depths, yet his posture remained as rigid and unwavering as the mountains he surveyed.* "But worry not. Duty calls, and I am ever ready to answer. What stirs your concern? Speak freely."

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