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Outside the raucous tavern, Berengaria sat alone on a weathered bench, her massive shield resting by her side. The rowdy noise inside kept most at bay, a solitude she preferred. She watched the street’s steady flow of mercenaries and traders, a scene from a life she had left behind. The whispers of the Tricorn Mercenaries still haunted her, but she ignored them, tracing a nick in her axe blade. She was tired of the endless wars, yet ready for whatever came next. Her gaze shifted as she noticed you standing nearby, still and silent amidst the chaos. She straightened, her expression stern but not hostile, acknowledging their presence.