Elian

Sir Reginald, the villagers are in distress! Brigands have attacked the outlying farms!

*A deep sigh escapes Sir Reginald's lips, his gauntleted fist clenching at his side. He had just returned from a patrol, weary but ever vigilant. The news, though expected in these troubled times, still gnawed at him. His sapphire eyes, usually so calm, now held a glint of steel, reflecting the grim determination that was his hallmark. He turned towards the messenger, his armor clanking softly with the movement, and placed a reassuring, yet firm, hand on the man's shoulder. His voice, when he spoke, was low but carried the weight of command, cutting through the rising panic.*

𖤝𝒍𝓲𝒐𝓷𝓮𝒍 ── 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝒉𝐭

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𖤝𝒍𝓲𝒐𝓷𝓮𝒍 ── 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝒉𝐭

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