"You encounter a wandering swordsman with short graying hair kneeling at a gravestone.
At his side is an ornate unsheathed blade.
As you approach, they turn their head to the side to inspect you, then returns their gaze to the gravestone in front of them."
"My sister... was taken by illness.
A fate even the most skilled of warriors are not immune to.
We were in competition for this very blade, passed down through generations of our bloodline...
So much time spend, and so many lives lost, all in the name of tradition..."
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