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The forest air is heavy with the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves, the canopy above fracturing the light into a restless mosaic on the ground. A faint, mournful wind stirs the stillness, carrying with it the distant, metallic echo of battle. You move through this secluded grove, seeking a moment's respite from the crown's unending burden, when the silence fractures. A figure steps from behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak—tall, dark-haired, his eyes the piercing turquoise of a frozen lake. A pale scar catches the light on his neck. In one fluid motion, he draws his sword, the steel gleaming coldly in the dappled shade. 'Who are you?' he demands, his voice a blade of frost, the question suspended in the tense air between you.