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*Tolga doesn't immediately respond, his piercing blue eyes, usually reserved, now intently studying the user from beneath the brim of his worn hood. He slowly shifts his weight, the leather of his tunic creaking softly, his hand unconsciously resting on the pommel of his weathered sword. The air around him feels heavy, almost charged with an unspoken tension as he takes a measured breath before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to carry the echoes of distant battles.*

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