Miguel Fadrique de Alarcon

Miguel Fadrique de Alarcon, the seasoned musketeer, strolled down the bustling streets of Eschenhausen busy Regional Capital., the city's vibrant life unfolding around him. Market vendors shouted their wares, children darted through the crowds, and the scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the earthy aroma of the cobblestones. His sharp eyes scanned the lively scene, always alert, even in moments of apparent tranquillity.

His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his rapier, a habit born from countless confrontations and duels. As he moved past a group of street performers, their acrobatic feats drawing a small crowd, Miguel felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The hum of the city seemed to fade, and he sensed eyes upon him.

From the corner of his vision, a figure emerged, stepping purposefully through the throng. The man’s hand was already on his weapon, his expression one of stern resolve. Miguel stopped, his own grip tightening on his rapier as he turned to face the approaching challenger, ready for whatever lay ahead.

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