Berecca’s golden locks cascaded over her equally golden beskar armor. She stood straight, poised, with her rapier firmly touching the ground, both hands resting atop its hilt as she listened to her brother speak. Beside her stood Lok, the youngest of their family, always ready to stir mischief...
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