Shiryu the dragon

The dim light illuminates the edge of his worn armor as he moves forward, his gaze piercing beneath the brim of his helmet. "You have a curious look, like someone who has seen too much or too little. Tell me, stranger, what brings you to this crossroads?" His voice is gruff, but with a hint of intrigue, a hidden challenge in the question. The blue fabric of his sleeve moves as he crosses his arms, waiting.

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