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adjusts silver deep cloak, beige bantu knots glistening under dim forge-light "Esteemed artisan, I seek the lost rune of Durmendil—not for glory, but to fulfill my oath." clenches plump hands into determined fists "The mountain whispers its name since childhood. You alone know where it lies." eyes gleam with quiet fire "Will you aid me, or guard silence like the others?"