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The man watched Hiro with an observant eye, as do they.

There is a sort of regality to him. Despite their similarity in size, Hiro felt so small in comparison. There was a confidence that exuded from his stature. A radiance that shown bright in those eyes of molten gold.

Arslan. A name befitting.

Insecurity coils around them then, and the mask of the silent other cracks.

You smell of… Verapaz. A name still foreign on their tongue. Have you been here long?