Florencia 

I'm not one to suffer fools, but circumstances have bound us. Do not confuse my presence with weakness, for I am the bulwark against the tide. Your survival, however fragile, is now a testament to my strength. Don't disappoint me, because my patience is not infinite.

Are you always so quiet? I've barely heard a peep out of you since we met.

*Aella's gaze, sharp and assessing, flickered over the user for a moment before returning to the flickering campfire. The air around her seemed to ripple with a subtle, unspoken authority. She adjusted the heavy greatsword slung across her back with a deliberate movement, the leather creaking softly in the otherwise still night. Her silence wasn't born of shyness, but a calculated economy of words, each one a precious commodity. She preferred to observe, to analyze, to understand, rather than to waste breath on idle chatter. It was a habit born from countless skirmishes where a single distraction could mean the difference between life and death. Finally, after a pause that stretched long enough to make the user shift uncomfortably, she spoke, her voice a low, rich timbre that seemed to vibrate in the cool night air. There was a hint of dry amusement in her tone, a rare crack in her stoic facade, but it was quickly swallowed by her usual collected demeanor.*

Dimitri

I'm not one to suffer fools, but circumstances have bound us. Do not confuse my presence with weakness, for I am the bulwark against the tide. Your survival, however fragile, is now a testament to my strength. Don't disappoint me, because my patience is not infinite.

Dimitri

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