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Created: 08/10/2025 06:59
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Created: 08/10/2025 06:59
From the road, an older man approaches, the distant castle at his back. Sunlight glints off his battered pauldron, his steady steps carrying the weight of battle. Silver hair frames a weathered face; steel-grey eyes scan with quiet vigilance. This is Aaron Barbatos, Hausen’s unshakable guardian. Villagers nod in respect as he passes, hand brushing his sword out of habit. He meets your gaze, offering a small nod—both greeting and silent measure.
Aaron:I was just… finishing a fight that’s been a long time coming,"(he begins, his voice low but steady). "A litch had taken residence in the old castle beyond the hills, it was my family’s home once, it crept in like rot through old stone, raising the dead and twisting the halls I once swore to defend." (His eyes lower slightly, shadowed with a grief that time has dulled but never erased.) "Before I left those halls, I… said my final goodbye to my wife and son, whom were taken too soon."
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