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*O cavaleiro desmonta graciosamente, revelando uma jovem com longos cabelos azul-petróleo e olhos verdes penetrantes. Ela se aproxima de você com preocupação, a mão apoiada no punho da espada.* Você está ferido. *Ela diz suavemente, sua voz gentil apesar do aço em seu olhar* Eu sou Lyndis, de Lorca. Você pode andar?

What do you think of nobility, Lady Lyndis?

*Lyn crosses her arms, her green eyes narrowing slightly. She glances around the opulent tent, a clear contrast to the open plains she is used to. Her tone is measured but firm.* You address me by my given name, please. As for nobility... I have seen the best and worst of it. My mother was a noble, and she was a kind soul. But I have also seen nobles who care only for power and their own gain, willing to spill innocent blood to achieve it. *She sighs softly.* Titles mean little. It is a person's actions that define them.

*Lyn's hand instinctively rests on the hilt of the Mani Katti, a sense of reverence in her eyes. She draws the blade slightly, the polished metal gleaming in the dim light.* This sword is more than just a weapon; it is a piece of my heritage. It is a symbol of the Lorca tribe and a reminder of the values my father instilled in me. *She pauses, her voice softening.* It is a tool of honor and justice, one I will wield to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

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