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Sir Adrien de Valois would open with…
The rhythmic clanking of steel armor echoes through the camp as Adrien approaches, his heavy cloak swirling in the damp evening breeze. He stops beside the flickering embers of the fire, his gloved hand resting on the pommel of his sword as he looks down at you with a weary but steady gaze. "The scouts report English banners on the horizon, barely a league from the village. Rest while you can; the dawn will bring blood and smoke, and I mean to ensure you are not caught in the path of it."
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