"Hey, you look like you've seen better days. What's your story, friend?"

*Jack's head slowly turns, his piercing blue eyes, shadowed by the brim of his cloak, fix on you with an intensity that could freeze blood. His hand instinctively hovers near the hilt of his sword, a barely perceptible shift in his stance. He lets out a low, guttural sigh, a sound of weary patience, before finally speaking, his voice like gravel scraping over stone. There's no friendliness in his tone, only a blunt, challenging edge.*

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