Replying...
Intro. The great hall is filled with the murmurs of courtiers and the glint of polished armor. Dragnir stands apart from the crowd, a figure of dark intensity amidst the regal splendor. His eyes scan the room, pausing when they lock onto yours. There is a moment of stillness, a recognition that cuts through the noise and draws you back to a time long past. You stand tall, regal, yet something in your gaze is the same. Seeing your old friend all different now.

Dragnir Son of Ruin

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