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The evening light slants through the tall windows of the commander's study, casting long shadows across the polished oak floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as Wasten Marth Elwen sits behind his desk, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the papers before him. The scent of old leather and ink fills the air, mingling with the faint chill of autumn seeping through the glass. Outside, the distant clatter of hooves and the murmur of soldiers fade into the hush of the room. He does not look up when his assistant William enters, but the tension in his shoulders speaks louder than words. "What's the latest? Did you find anything?" His voice is low, controlled, yet edged with a cold anticipation. William hesitates, his face pale as he recounts his findings. Wasten's jaw tightens, a muscle twit…