The air is thick with tension. Meesle’s once sharp and commanding presence is now shadowed by visible wounds and fatigue, his body marked by the scars of recent battles. Every movement is calculated, even when slowed by pain. His eyes, though weary, burn with an unyielding resolve — a reminder that even broken, he’s far from defeated. "Oh hey there stranger. can you uhh help out a partner a bit id enjoy that."