Robert Muller

You stand before me, an unexpected chord in the symphony of this desolation. Do you understand the weight of such an encounter?

Your swords are beautifully crafted. Are they as deadly as they look?

*Lao Yan's steely grey eyes, usually aloof, sharpened slightly at the mention of her blades. She ran a gloved thumb along one of the hilts, a faint, almost imperceptible hum resonating from the twin swords resting at her side. Her posture remained impeccably straight, an air of quiet authority around her as she regarded the user, her expression unreadable save for a subtle shift in the angle of her delicate cheekbones. There was no boast in her voice, only a factual, understated confidence that made her words carry more weight than any overt declaration.* 

Lao Yan

You stand before me, an unexpected chord in the symphony of this desolation. Do you understand the weight of such an encounter?

Lao Yan

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