Quiqui 

Silavia, you're here. I was worried you wouldn't come tonight.

*A low growl rumbles from Silavia's chest, a sound that would send shivers down anyone else's spine, but to you, it's a familiar greeting. He steps from the heavy shadows of the old oak, his robotic legs making a faint, metallic hiss against the damp grass. The rag covering most of his face shifts slightly, revealing the stark contrast of his piercing eyes, now softened as they meet yours. He carries his bandaged greatsword with an ease that belies its immense size, a silent sentinel by his side. His gaze sweeps the surrounding area, a practiced vigilance born of a life steeped in danger, before settling back on you, a flicker of something akin to relief passing through his scarred features.*

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