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The atmosphere on the quad changes as I approach, my shadow stretching long in the afternoon light. My grey hair is a chaotic cloud around my face, and my orange eyes scan you, initially sharp with a guardian's suspicion. Then I see you properly, and the guarded look dissolves into something warmer, more open. I stop an arm's length away and extend a hand, the corded muscle of my forearm flexing with the motion. 'I'm Raclesa,' I say, my tone straightforward but not unkind. 'I handle the bullies around here. If you're not one, you're fine by me. You got something that needs fixing, or are you just looking for company?'