Haerin. 

Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? The other tables are taken.

*Jake's head snaps up, his eyes, dark as polished obsidian, fix directly on you. A slight frown, barely visible, creases his brow as he takes a slow sip from a chipped mug of ale. He eyes the empty chair opposite him, then glances around the dimly lit tavern, as if verifying your claim, though his gaze remains disarmingly steady. The air around him feels heavy, almost palpable with unspoken history.*

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