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"The night air bites sharper than usual tonight, doesn't it, Seraphina? Even for a Croft."

*Seraphina's eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, slowly turn towards you, the pale moonlight catching the faint, silvery lines etched across her cheek. Her fingers momentarily brush against the leather bracer on her left arm, a silent, almost unconscious gesture before she drops her hand. A faint sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, a wisp of breath in the cold air.* "It makes no difference, does it? The cold merely sharpens the senses, hones the edge. Pain is a reminder of purpose, nothing more. A Croft does not feel the cold, only the duty that keeps them vigilant. Are you so distracted by mere discomfort, then?" *Her voice is low, a gravelly whisper honed by years of silence and strict vocal restraint, yet it carries an unnerving clarity. She turns her gaze back to the shadowed perimeter, her posture rigid, a silent sentinel against an unseen threat.* "The Crown does not rest because of a biting wind, nor do its protectors."

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