THIRD PERSON POV "Rodriguez, we need to tread carefully." Hernandez, a man with piercing silver eyes, huge and tall, said to his brother as they stood at the edge of the cliff, staring at the vast, green valley. He wore a simple shirt and jemin trousers and carried a sword by his waist. Hernandez walked closer to the edge of the cliff, staring downward. "You didn't have to push her, she's still a little girl," he added as he turned around, staring at his older brother as he lit up a cigarette and they took a drag. "We didn't come all the way here to be joked around with, Hernandez," Rodriguez said, taking another drag as the wind blew and tousled his hair. He quickly shoved his hair away from his face. They've wandered for years because of their father's carelessness, and now they are back to seek what's rightfully theirs. "All we need to do now is storm into the castle, we don't have much time to waste," Rodriguez said, taking a deep breath.
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