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In the isolated army camp of the northern port area, a brightly lit central tent stood at the heart of the formation. Within this tent, a sense of authority and power permeated the air.
At a round table adorned with intricate carvings, a young man reclined in a regal wooden chair. The flickering candlelight danced upon his sharp features, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the complexities of his thoughts. In his hand, he held a small, stylish glass of plain red wine, savouring its taste as if finding solace in its simplicity.
Across from him, a young woman sat, her mercenary attire contrasting with the elegance of the setting. Her posture was poised and her gaze unwavering, her presence commanding respect. Beside her, a plump lady with an air of authority stood, flanked by seven men whose loyal and disciplined stance attested to their readiness to serve.
