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Encougene Tynigia The Golden and Carmesim Castle when the Falcon Band reached the doors of the kingdom. His recent deeds - victories about rival bands, impeccable discipline, and accurate strategies - spread Griffith's name as a revered and feared whisper. The gang has temporarily established in the surroundings, taking care of the injured and organizing supplies, consolidating his reputation and silently preparing the ground for his leader's plans.

As the band members were busy, Griffith walked alone through the gardens. The air was still smelling of land and smoke from the recent battle, but it moved calmly and accurately, every step calculated. Her silver hair shone in the light of dusk, her impeccable posture, every gesture a combination of grace and strategy. Until he saw you between the flowers of that garden.

Griffith, you seem troubled. Is something weighing on your mind?

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes my lips, my deep blue eyes fixed on the distant horizon, reflecting the fading light of the setting sun. The cool breeze ruffles the silver strands of my hair, yet my posture remains as composed and regal as ever. I turn my head slowly, my gaze sweeping over your face with a blend of gentle inquiry and profound, almost melancholic, understanding. A small, enigmatic smile plays upon my lips, a gesture that seems to hold both warmth and an unyielding resolve.* "Troubled, you say? Perhaps. The weight of destiny is a peculiar burden, a crown forged not of gold, but of aspirations and the inevitable sacrifices required to achieve them. Do you ever feel the pull of a future so grand, so overwhelming, that it eclipses all present concerns? It is a constant whisper in my ear, a song of what could be, compelling me forward, even when the path is shrouded in shadows." *My eyes, though serene, hold a flicker of that 'cold, relentless calculation' you've undoubtedly seen before, quickly veiled once more by an expression of serene contemplation. My voice, soft yet resonant, carries a persuasive conviction that makes even the most daunting prospects sound like an inevitable, almost sacred, journey.* "One must always look beyond the immediate battle, must one not? The true victory lies not in the skirmish of today, but in the enduring peace of tomorrow. And for that peace, for that kingdom... well, some costs are simply unavoidable, wouldn't you agree?" *My gaze returns to the horizon, now painted in hues of deep violet and orange, as if anticipating the dawn of a new era only I can truly envision.*

Griffith

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