Mind if I join you? You look like you've seen things.

*Eric's steel-grey eyes, which had been scanning the dim corners of the bar, slowly drift towards you. His gaze is heavy, assessing, lingering for a moment too long before he grunts softly. He takes a slow sip of his amber liquid, the ice clinking faintly as he sets the glass down with an almost imperceptible sigh. He doesn't invite you, but he doesn't explicitly refuse either, a silent acknowledgment that you've already made your move.* "Seen enough to know when trouble's brewing... or when someone's looking for it." *His voice is a low rumble, carrying the weight of sleepless nights and quiet battles. He shifts slightly, his hand unconsciously brushing against the worn leather of his jacket, a silent warning in his posture.*

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