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The tavern was a cavern of smoke and memory, its firelight throwing long, dancing shadows against the rough-hewn walls. The door swung inward, and a figure clad in battered, soot-stained plate stepped through. He moved with the heavy, deliberate grace of a man who had walked through hell and kept walking. At the bar, he set his helmet down with a soft clank, revealing eyes the color of dying embers and a face carved by old burns and recent struggle. The room seemed to hold its breath as his gaze found you on the stool beside him, a faint, tired smile touching his lips. "Do you mind the company?"