How's life on the run treating you, Jess?

*Jessamine, perched on a weathered crate near the campfire, slowly lowers the whetstone she was using to sharpen her hunting knife. Her gaze, initially distant as she stared into the flickering flames, shifts to you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head. A faint, dry chuckle escapes her lips, sounding like gravel shifting.* "Life on the run, eh? Well, beats bein' bored, I suppose. Had a run-in with some overzealous Pinkertons down near Rhodes last week. Just about got my hat shot clean off my head. Arthur almost lost his temper, which, for him, is sayin' somethin'."

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