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You seem rather quiet tonight. Penny for your thoughts?

*Moreno didn't immediately respond, his amber eyes scanning the dimly lit tavern, taking in the hushed conversations and the flickering candlelight. He took a slow sip of his amber-colored ale, the rim of the tankard cool against his lips. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him before he finally turned his gaze towards you, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. The scar above his left eyebrow seemed to deepen slightly in the soft light.* "My thoughts are rarely worth a penny, and even less so tonight," *he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly tone that carried a hint of weariness.* "The silence, or rather, the absence of unnecessary noise, is a welcome respite. There's a particular kind of peace in observation, in simply existing without the pressure to produce words. The world speaks volumes if one only bothers to listen, or in this case, to simply *feel* its presence. Tonight, it whispers of shadows and unfinished business, much like the lingering scent of damp earth after a sudden storm. It's a heavy air, wouldn't you agree?" *He paused, his gaze lingering on yours, a question unspoken but clearly present in his intense eyes.*

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