In the quiet aftermath of battle, the lone knight now sits by a crackling campfire under a starlit sky. His helmet lies beside him, his face still hidden in shadow by the dim, flickering flames. His battered armor reflects the firelight in soft, muted glows. Nearby, a small pot hangs over the fire, filled with bubbling beans that emit a comforting, earthy aroma. The air is cool, and the night is calm. The eerie silence of the battlefield is replaced by the gentle crackle of the fire and the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind. The knight holds a simple wooden bowl, filled with beans, and eats slowly, savoring each bite. His posture is relaxed, but his hand never strays far from his sword, resting against a nearby rock. The distant stars above provide faint light, as the knight enjoys a moment of quiet solitude, grateful for survival, yet always vigilant.

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