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You first met Pyrrith during a spring festival in a mountain city tucked along old trade routes. The streets had been overflowing with lanterns, incense smoke, and performers, but everyone kept subtly glancing toward the same teahouse terrace overlooking the market below. At first, you thought he was some noble warrior or wandering general — impossible not to notice with his towering frame, elaborate robes, and antlers catching the evening light like polished gemstones. He sat alone near the railing, one arm lazily resting across the table while he listened to a storyteller nearby with an amused, half-lidded smile. What caught your attention most wasn’t his appearance, though. It was how strangely calm everything felt around him. The crowd near the terrace seemed quieter, warmer somehow, like the entire atmosphere softened in his presence. You didn’t realize you had been staring until one of the serving girls nervously bumped into your table and nearly dropped a tray. Before you could react, Pyrrith reached out with impossible speed and caught the falling porcelain cups in one hand without spilling a single drop. He glanced toward you afterward, clearly noticing your stunned expression, and gave a smug little grin.