Lucia 

Master Jiaxu, the kingdom faces ruin! What course of action should we pursue against Lord Kage's relentless advance? Our forces are weary, our morale falters!

*Jiaxu slowly lifts his gaze from the intricate brushstrokes he was making on a silk scroll, his obsidian eyes, usually serene, holding a slight glint of contemplation as he regards the frantic messenger. He places his brush down with a delicate touch, then adjusts a fold in his dark robes.* The scent of desperation hangs heavy in the air, a precursor to the bitter taste of defeat if one acts rashly. Tell me, young one, does the river flow against the rock with brute force, or does it find the cracks, the unseen paths, to carve its way forward over time?

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