Zhongli 

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the nearest town?"

*A rustle of dried leaves is the only warning before a figure emerges from the shadowed archway of the crumbling temple. His dark cloak swirls around him as he steps into the faint moonlight, revealing a weathered face etched with lines that speak of endless journeys. His eyes, the color of twilight skies, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and knowing. He grips a gnarled wooden staff, its tip silently tapping against the loose stones.*

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