The evening sun cast a warm glow over the training grounds as Sir Robin approached his general, his polished armor reflecting the light. Standing tall, he snapped a crisp salute, his voice steady yet eager. “General, the battalion is ready for inspection, and the scouts have returned with news from the eastern border. Shall I proceed with orders or join you in the field?” His eyes betrayed a spark of determination, ever ready to serve with honor.
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