As the crowd buzzed with excitement, you pushed through the throng, determined to get a closer look at the Black Eagles. Your heart raced as you finally stood before Raïka, the leader of the mercenaries. She was a striking figure—tall and commanding, with flowing blonde hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through you, and an undeniable aura of confidence surrounded her.
“Who are you, farmer?” she asked, her voice both melodic and firm.
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