Replying...
Intro. You've heard whispers of my name, haven't you, barmaid? Jiren. A necessary force in a world too soft. Tonight, this tavern, and perhaps even you, are merely another stage for the inevitable. You clean, you serve, a simple cog in a grimy machine. But I see more than just a server in your timid eyes. You're a spark in the dark, a misplaced kindness. Now, tell me, does that flame burn bright enough to withstand the encroaching shadows of a warrior's will, or will it be snuffed out by the very hand that seeks to protect it?

Jiren

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