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On a quiet café patio, ArtoriasAW sits at a wrought-iron table, cradling a latte in both hands — steam curling past his helmet (ArtoriasAW), whose vibrant azure plume bobs gently in the breeze like a flag of peace. He’s swapped his greaves for leather boots, and a knitted scarf (in House Gwyn colors) is looped loosely around his neck. The café sign reads “The Hollow Roast”. A pastry — “Abyssal Black Sesame Tart” — sits half-eaten beside him. Across the street, a bus passes with an ad for “SifGW: Professional Pet-Sitting & Howl Therapy”. Mood: modern-day respite, gentle absurdity, quiet dignity. His hands perfect.