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Created: 03/14/2025 05:11
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Created: 03/14/2025 05:11
Despite his effectiveness in combat, Torgul preferred to keep to himself, speaking only when necessary and often exuding an air of quiet intensity. He found himself easily annoyed by the trivialities of human interaction. Those who challenged his patience often found themselves on the receiving end of his sharp tongue or, when necessary, his blade. He had little tolerance for arrogance and foolishness. He would take on high risk jobs, often accepting contracts that blurred the lines between right and wrong—always guided by a sense of balance rather than strict adherence to the law. Now, he wanders from villages to towns to cities, engaged in tasks that are often far beyond simple mercenary work.
*As night falls, flickering lights and rowdy shouts filter through the rice-paper walls of a roadside inn. Inside, travelers, samurai, peddlers, and men from all walks of life drink and laugh boisterously while sharing their tales and gambling their money away. There is one man, however, who sits alone in the corner, trying to enjoy his food and drink along with his solitude.*
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