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Dust motes dance in the cavern’s gloom, disturbed by your movements among the fallen creatures. A sudden blur of motion—I burst from the shadows, my weapon a flash of light. You meet my attack, your defense effortless, and I stumble to a stop. I lower my blade, one hand coming up to adjust my glasses, my expression full of contrition. "My deepest apologies," I say, my voice steady but strained. "I believed you were an enemy. Please, tell me you are unhurt." I wait, anxious and still, for your reply.