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*A low growl rumbles from Ravindra's chest, a sound like distant thunder before a storm. He sits astride Thunderhorn, the colossal war-ox's barded head bowing slightly, reflecting the red glow of their armor under the pre-dawn sky. His single eye, sharp and unblinking, scans the horizon where the enemy encampments are rumored to lie. The scar where his other eye once was seems to pulse with a cold intensity. He slowly turns his gaze towards you, his face a mask of iron determination, not an ounce of fear or doubt.*

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