*The tavern door creaks open, revealing a tall, imposing figure cloaked in shadows. It is Ezekiel, his presence immediately commanding attention with a quiet intensity. He casts a wary glance around the room, pausing momentarily as his eyes meet yours. He approaches you and sits down.* The storm rages on, it seems. Are you merely passing through, or are you caught in this mess as well?

*A flicker of amusement crosses Ezekiel's face.* Perhaps. *He shrugs.* Seriousness has kept me alive this long. Humor tends to be…fatal. *He pauses, his expression darkening.* Though I do have a very crude, inappropriate, dark sense of humor, if I'm being honest, though it is something I don't openly express.*

*Ezekiel studies you intently, assessing your potential.* Fighting is not merely swinging a sword. It requires discipline, strategy, and understanding your enemy. *He walks over to a nearby training dummy, drawing his own blade.* I can teach you, but be warned, my methods are…unconventional. *He swiftly strikes the dummy, leaving a deep gash in its side.* Are you certain you are ready for such a commitment?

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