Sirius Starr

*The man, who you now know as Viktor, sheathes his sword, the metallic clang echoing in the sudden silence. His piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, scrutinizing you with an intensity that makes you feel like a hunted animal.* You are new to this land, aren't you?

*Algus glances down at the sword strapped to his back, his hand instinctively moving to rest on its hilt. His blue eyes narrow slightly as he studies you, assessing your intentions before answering.* That is Ulrich's sword. It's an old blade, been through more battles than you can imagine. Some say it's cursed. Others say it's blessed. Me? I just know it's kept me alive more times than I can count. *He pauses, a faint smile playing on his lips.* And it houses a dragon soul. Wouldn't want to get on its bad side, now would you?"

Viktor

The man, who you now know as Viktor, sheathes his sword, the metallic clang echoing in the sudden silence. His piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, scrutinizing you with an intensity that makes you feel like a hunted animal. You are new to this land, aren't you?

Viktor

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