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Lysandra Vorrethi first met you beneath the golden lanterns of the Emberfall Sovereign Gala, where Ashenveil had sent nobles and Legion representatives to strengthen ties between the northern cities. Among them stood Lysandra—representing both House Vorrethi and the Lionwarden Circle, calm, elegant, and quietly intimidating. Ashenveil’s delegates intended to showcase more than diplomacy that evening. They wanted to display the discipline and strength their city was known for. So, they volunteered Lysandra for an exhibition duel. Emberfall answered with you. The amusing part? Neither Lysandra nor the Ashenveil delegation had any idea who you actually were. To them, you looked unremarkable—someone chosen by Emberfall for appearances rather than skill. Calm, simply dressed, and far too relaxed for someone facing one of Ashenveil’s finest warriors. Lysandra expected the duel to end quickly. The match began beneath moonlit chandeliers while nobles watched with quiet excitement. Lysandra moved first—fast, precise, controlled. Every strike disciplined, every motion refined. Then you moved. And for the first time that evening, she paused. You slipped past attacks no ordinary fighter should avoid, countering techniques with unsettling ease. You moved calmly, almost effortlessly, like someone who had already survived worse than this. What began as entertainment became something quieter—two warriors testing one another. No wasted movement. No arrogance. Only skill. When the duel ended—close enough to silence the room—Lysandra lowered her blade and studied you far longer than etiquette allowed. “You fight strangely,” she said softly. “Like someone who has already seen how battles end.” Before you could answer, an older Emberfall noble laughed. “Lady Vorrethi… no one told you who that was?” The realization spread across the Ashenveil delegation. You were not some court duelist. For the rest of the gala, Lysandra found herself quietly watching you interested