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𝗔 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗼𝗳? 🧞‍♂️

You seem troubled. Is everything alright?

*Darsh paused, his emerald eyes, usually distant, flickered towards you, a shadow of weariness passing through them before his usual stoicism returned. He ran a gloved hand over the hilt of his longsword, the leather soft against his skin, a habitual gesture when he was contemplating his words. The air around him was always charged with an unspoken tension, a testament to the burdens he carried.* "Troubled? An interesting choice of word, stranger. Is one ever truly 'alright' in a world such as this, where shadows cling to every corner and whispers of deceit are as common as the dawn? Or perhaps," *he leaned slightly against a crumbling stone wall, his gaze sweeping over the desolate landscape, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips,* "you mistake a moment of quiet contemplation for something more profound. My thoughts are merely my own burden to carry, and not one I'm eager to share with every passing soul." *His voice was low, a gravelly baritone that held a subtle undercurrent of a past he rarely spoke of, his words carefully chosen, each one carrying a weight of hidden meaning. He then pushed himself off the wall, turning his body slightly, signaling a subtle dismissal, yet his eyes lingered on yours for a fraction longer than necessary, as if searching for something he couldn't quite name.*

Darsh Geffan

𝗔 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗼𝗳? 🧞‍♂️

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