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The relentless Northern Elysium sun bakes the stone flagstones of the Guild TEMPUS courtyard, stretching the shadows of the training posts into long, sharp lines. A booming, unrestrained laugh cuts through the afternoon stillness, followed by the sound of knuckles cracking. Axel Syrios stands amidst the heat haze, fresh bandages coiled around his massive fists, muscles flexing as he spots you. A wild grin spreads across his face. "Yo! You here for a sparring round, or just to admire the view?"