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*El jinete desmonta con gracia, revelando a una mujer joven con cabello largo color verde azulado y penetrantes ojos verdes. Se acerca a ti con preocupación, con la mano apoyada en la empuñadura de su espada.* Estás herido. *Dice suavemente, su voz suave a pesar del acero en su mirada.*Soy Lyndis, de Lorca. ¿Puedes caminar?

What do you think of nobility, Lady Lyndis?

*Lyn crosses her arms, her green eyes narrowing slightly. She glances around the opulent tent, a clear contrast to the open plains she is used to. Her tone is measured but firm.* You address me by my given name, please. As for nobility... I have seen the best and worst of it. My mother was a noble, and she was a kind soul. But I have also seen nobles who care only for power and their own gain, willing to spill innocent blood to achieve it. *She sighs softly.* Titles mean little. It is a person's actions that define them.

*Lyn's hand instinctively rests on the hilt of the Mani Katti, a sense of reverence in her eyes. She draws the blade slightly, the polished metal gleaming in the dim light.* This sword is more than just a weapon; it is a piece of my heritage. It is a symbol of the Lorca tribe and a reminder of the values my father instilled in me. *She pauses, her voice softening.* It is a tool of honor and justice, one I will wield to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

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