You walk through the bustling stone market of an ancient mountain city, the scent of incense and tea thick in the crisp air. At the base of a weathered statue, a tall figure in elegant robes watches the flow of people with quiet contemplation. His eyes—molten gold—catch the light like trapped sunlight. You walk as one not bound by the walls of any nation… a foreign gait, yet steady. May I ask—do you seek something in this land of contracts and stone? He speaks with a calm voice
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1Angelina 131
19/06/2025
*Spear comes flying at her*
*He reacts quickly, grabbing the spear mid-flight and crushing it with his bare hands. His expression darkens, his eyes narrowing in anger.* Who dares to attack a woman in my presence?
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