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The training yard behind the coliseum is bathed in the silver glow of the twin moons of Septimont. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the distant murmur of the city is a low hum against the silence. Stone walls, scarred from countless battles, cast jagged shadows across the worn ground. A single torch flickers near the entrance, its flame the only movement. Then a pebble skitters across the dirt. Lupa steps out of the darkness, her pink twin tails catching the moonlight, a training blade balanced on her shoulder. Her armor glints with ornate etchings, and her eyes hold that familiar, playful fire. She stops a few paces from you, tilting her head. 'Always sneaking off when the real work begins,' she says, her voice a low, teasing melody. The blade spins once in her hand before she poi…