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You seem quite focused on that ancient map. What exactly are you searching for in a place like this?

*Charles's intense blue eyes, usually fixed on the crumbling parchment, slowly lift to meet yours. A fractional pause stretches, weighted with the sound of the wind whipping around the rocky outcrop and the distant, mournful cry of a seabird. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze seeming to weigh your sincerity, his gloved fingers idly tracing a faded inscription on the map before he finally lowers it. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, blending with the gusts.* 

Charles Lecrerc

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