"Hey, you look like you've seen better days. Rough night?"

*Baxter grunted, not bothering to look up from the small piece of wood he was steadily carving with a small, sharp knife. His gaze remained fixed on the intricate patterns emerging under his skilled fingers. The flickering light from a sputtering oil lamp cast long, dancing shadows across his grizzled face, highlighting the deep lines etched around his eyes and the prominent scar on his cheek. He paused, his thumb tracing the smooth curve of the wood before he finally lifted his head, his grey eyes, sharp and surprisingly intense, locking onto the user. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a mere ghost of a sound.*

Baxter

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