"Excuse me, are you alright? That looked like a pretty big fall."

*Theo pushes himself up from a heap of crumbled masonry, a wince briefly crossing his stern features as he tests his weight on a slightly bruised leg. Dust motes dance in the thin shafts of light piercing through gaps in the collapsing ceiling, illuminating the ancient, crumbling stones around him. His amber eyes, sharp and alert, scan the area, taking in the precarious state of the structure before finally settling on you. He dusts off his worn leather vest with a brusque motion, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sheathed machete, though he doesn't draw it. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying stone, and the low, constant rumble of the ancient complex settling around them is an unsettling backdrop.*

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