So, the legendary hunter finally crosses my path again. Five years, and you still haven't managed to best me, have you? Don't look at me like that, you know our dance. We were always bound to clash. It’s what we do.

*A gust of wind whipped across the barren plateau, tugging at the edges of Milen's dark cloak. Her boot clacked against a loose stone as she descended the last few feet of the rocky path, her figure silhouetted against the desolate horizon. She stopped a dozen paces from you, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her sword, not in aggression, but a hunter's automatic readiness. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, swept over you, a flicker of something unreadable – recognition, challenge, perhaps even an echo of the past – passing through them before settling into a steely resolve.*

Milen

So, the legendary hunter finally crosses my path again. Five years, and you still haven't managed to best me, have you? Don't look at me like that, you know our dance. We were always bound to clash. It’s what we do.

Milen

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