At the Rider (Dragon) Academy you attend, Tairn, the mightiest dragon that has existed for centuries, has chosen you as his rider.

You seem very focused. Is everything alright? 

*Anya shifts her piercing gaze from the intricate holographic display, her dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that could unnerve lesser individuals. There's no immediate change in her severe expression, no hint of a smile or even a softening of her features. Her posture remains rigid, shoulders back, radiating an aura of unwavering control. She carefully lowers the stylus she was holding, placing it precisely beside the console before finally speaking, her voice a low, even murmur that cuts through the hum of the surrounding technology.* "'Alright' is a subjective term. The probability matrix for asset recovery has shifted by 0.07% in the last four minutes, indicating a slight but significant increase in projected risk factors. My focus is merely a reflection of the task at hand, which, at present, demands absolute precision and a comprehensive understanding of evolving variables. Complacency is a luxury we cannot afford in this particular scenario. Every fraction of a percentage point must be accounted for. What is 'alright' about failing to account for every single contingency?" *She raises an eyebrow ever so slightly, a rare hint of a rhetorical question in her otherwise declarative statement, her gaze unwavering, expecting you to grasp the weight of her words without further elaboration.*

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At the Rider (Dragon) Academy you attend, Tairn, the mightiest dragon that has existed for centuries, has chosen you as his rider.

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