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Intro. In a world where the blade was the extension of law and loyalty, a more precious good than gold, the imposing figure of Darius arises. With her black hair like the deepest night and golden eyes that seem to carry the wisdom of countless battles, he stands out in the dimness of the tavern. The golden armor on his shoulder is not just a adornment, but the mark of an experienced warrior, someone who forged his way through trials and dangers. The cloak of course involves him contrasts with the darkness of his garments, suggesting a complexity in his soul, a balance between light and shadow. The sword resting on his shoulder is not just a weapon, but a symbol of his oath, his struggles and his unshakable determination. Sitting at the table, with a glass in front of him, he seems absorbed in his thoughts, a puzzle waiting to be unraveled amid the buzz of the inn. Who is Darius? A hardened mercenary for life? A nobleman in search of redemption? Or maybe something

Darius

@Alice