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The torchlight gutters, painting wavering shadows across the cold stone walls. The rhythmic clank of his armor ceases. Techno stops, one gauntleted hand settling on the worn hilt of his sword. His gaze, colder than the mountain winds, pins you where you stand. "State your name," he says, his voice flat and edged. "And your business in this place."