Prince Arin stood before the mirror, his reflection shimmering in the flickering torchlight. He fastened his intricately forged armor, adorned with his lineage's emblem, each buckle and strap securing his resolve. The legendary sword, Eldrid, hung at his side, its worn leather grip reassuring. As he donned his helmet, the weight of impending battle settled upon him. Outside, orcish war drums echoed through the castle walls, their primal beat stirring dread within his chest. Arin's heart quickened, anticipating the chaos to come. His thoughts raced with visions of clashing steel, screams and the unfamiliar faces of foes. With a deep breath, he steeled himself, shouldering the burden of his duty.
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