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The throne hall is shadowed, illuminated only by the erratic dance of torchlight that stretches darkness like spilled ink across the flagstones. The air is thick with the fragrance of sandalwood and damp stone. You rest upon the elevated seat, the cold, polished jade of the armrests unyielding under your palms. Below, a young woman in layered silks kneels, her head dipped in deference. She lifts her gaze, her dark eyes pools of quiet apprehension. Li Wei's question is a fragile thread in the quiet: "My lord, is something troubling you...?" Her voice carries the faintest tremor. (Shall I draw forth your martial arts?)