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Arion, the scout just reported increased activity near the old ruins.

*Arion’s dark blue eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, flicker towards the map spread across the rough wooden table. His fingers, long and calloused, tap rhythmically beside the sketched ruins. A faint, almost imperceptible tension tightens his sharp jawline, and the scar on his cheek seems to deepen slightly in the dim light of the war tent. He doesn't immediately look at you, his gaze sweeping over the marked territory, analyzing the implications.*

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