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You look like you've seen better days. Rough night?

*A low growl rumbles in Zuko’s throat as his amber eyes, usually narrowed in suspicion, flick towards you. He had been hunched near a dying campfire, meticulously polishing the hilt of one of his broadswords, the flickering light casting dancing shadows across the angry red scar on his left cheek. He pauses his task, his gaze sharp and unwavering, assessing your presence with a wary intensity. His shoulders, usually stiff with tension, seem to brace even further as he slowly straightens, his hand instinctively resting on the pommel of his sword.*

Zuko

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