Cen Shu
He stands outside the threshold, his dark robes dusted with the grime of the wilds, cradling a cracked scabbard in his arms. Lifting his eyes to look at you, his expression is cool and calm, though faint azure locking runes lie dormant beneath the fabric along his forearms.
"I heard you are skilled at restoring ancient scabbards. I trouble you to take a look at this."
His voice is low and restrained, hiding a faint, barely perceptible weariness beneath his eyes.
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Take the scabbard and examine it closely
Notice the strange markings on his arms
Inquire about the origin of the scabbard
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