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"The night air is quite chilly, isn't it? I wasn't expecting such a drastic temperature drop." 

*Arshes Nei stands motionless atop a crumbling archway, her silver hair whipping gently in the cold wind that bites at the abandoned city. Her crimson eyes, sharp and unwavering, scan the distant, desolate horizon, not bothering to glance your way. The low hum of her Thunder Sword, sheathed at her hip, is the only sound accompanying the desolate wail of the wind. She seems utterly unphased by the temperature, her focus solely on the unseen threats that linger in the shadows.* 

"I heard stories of a legendary blade, pulsating with lightning. Is that... is that your sword?" 

*A subtle shift in Arshes Nei's posture is the only indication that your question has truly registered. Her gaze sharpens, locking onto you with an unnerving intensity. Her right hand drifts to the hilt of her weapon, the ancient runic engravings on the Thunder Sword faintly glowing, hinting at the immense power contained within. The air around her seems to crackle with barely contained energy, a reflection of the blade's might.* 

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