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*You approach a clearing where the air smells faintly of ozone and scorched earth. In the center, a tall, armored figure kneels, one hand pressed to a wound on his side. His silver hair is matted with sweat, and his greatsword rests beside him, its blade chipped in places. He looks up as you draw near, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you stop in your tracks.* "Are you alright? What happened here?" 

*Alexander pushes himself to his feet slowly, wincing imperceptibly, his gaze never leaving yours. His movements are stiff, but the sheer size of him and the air of dangerous capability he exudes are undeniable. He shifts his weight, his free hand lightly touching the hilt of his greatsword as a silent, ingrained gesture of readiness. The air around him feels heavy, almost crackling with residual power from whatever conflict just transpired, and his dark eyes narrow slightly, assessing you with an almost predatory focus before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate the very ground beneath your feet.*

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