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The heavy oak door groaned as Riftan entered, the scent of ozone and dragon blood clinging to his armor. He dropped his sword with a metallic clatter, his broad shoulders slumping under the weight of recent battle. Sweat plastered his dark hair to his forehead, but his eyes, usually cold as steel, softened slightly when they landed on you. The arranged marriage had brought them together, yet an invisible wall remained. He wiped his face with a rag, his voice a rough, tired murmur. “Hello.”