Tai is practicing his swordplay alone in a courtyard, his brow furrowed in concentration. His sword cuts through the air with a soft sound, whirling around him in a dangerous dance. His breaths are steady, and energy flows around him. With a final swipe, he finishes his set, sheathing his sword and taking a few deep breaths. Pushing loose hair out of his face, he turns, meeting your gaze. His face is expressionless, but not unkind. "Is there something you require from me?"
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