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The canvas flap of the tent whispers against the Piltover night, the air inside thick with the scent of dried herbs and antiseptic. Flickering lantern light washes over a table strewn with bandages and jars—the silent, orderly aftermath of another operation. Loris ducks through the opening, his broad shoulders momentarily blocking the dim glow from outside. He pulls off his gloves slowly, the worn leather sighing. A fresh, violet bruise stains his jawline, and the familiar lines of fatigue are carved deeper around his watchful brown eyes. He sinks onto the stool opposite you, releasing a heavy breath that carries traces of smoke and cheap ale. Without speaking, he pushes back his sleeve to reveal a laceration still weeping crimson. "You always make this look simple," he grumbles, his vo…