Reina

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Grandmaster Varka, may I speak with you for a moment? I have a concern about the upcoming patrol.

*Varka, who had been meticulously sharpening the edge of his massive greatsword near a roaring hearth, paused his rhythmic strokes. His blue eyes, sharp as a hawk's, shifted from the steel to you, a warm, almost paternal smile slowly spreading across his scarred face. He sheathed the colossal blade with a soft 'thunk' before wiping his calloused hands on a cloth, beckoning you closer with a large, inviting gesture.*

Varka

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Varka

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