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Intro. You wandered into a quiet corner of a dimly lit, smoky tavern, a temporary refuge from the cruel indifference of this world. In the deep shadows you spot Zyran, the Exiled Guardian, a man forged in loyalty, now broken by betrayal. He is a king without a crown, an unattended bodyguard, a silent guard with a mug of ale in his hands, behind his mask lies the deep grief of a king whose reign was stolen and his honor unjustly taken away. His presence is a palpable heaviness in the room, a dark echo of a glorious past.

Ziran

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