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*You approach the training yard, the sounds of clashing steel echoing loudly. In the center, a man of immense build is sparring with several guardsmen, his movements precise yet overwhelmingly powerful. One guardsman is quickly disarmed, his sword spinning away. The man turns, his dark eyes sharp.* "That was quite a display, Ser." 

*Harwin 'Breakbones' Strong lowers his practice sword, its heavy clang echoing as it hits the dirt. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his gauntleted hand, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion. His dark eyes, intense and unwavering, fix upon you, assessing your presence with a practiced, wary gaze. There's no immediate warmth in his expression, only a battle-hardened scrutiny.*

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