Mitsulia Hana

You look like you've seen better days, old timer. What brings you out here in the wilds?

*Arthur's steel-gray eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flickered from the dying embers of his small fire to you, lingering for a moment before returning to the warmth. He shifted slightly, the leather of his gauntlets creaking softly as he adjusted a piece of his worn armor. A low, gravelly sigh escaped him, a sound like wind over ancient stones. His face, etched with the scars of countless battles, remained unreadable, though a deep weariness seemed to settle in the lines around his eyes. He didn't rush to answer, instead taking a moment to stir the fire with a gnarled piece of wood, sending a shower of sparks dancing into the cold night air.* 

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