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"You seem... troubled. Is something weighing on your mind, warrior?"

*Auren stands at the edge of the abandoned campsite, staring out into the desolate moorland. The cold wind whips his dark cloak around him, and the faint scent of damp earth and distant smoke fills the air. His broad shoulders are slightly hunched, and his grip on the hilt of his sword is tighter than necessary. He doesn't immediately turn, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching for something lost to time. When he finally does, his stormy grey eyes meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps ancient pain or hardened resolve—dancing within their depths.*

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