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Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Ian slowly turns his head, his grey eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into yours. A faint tremor runs through the ruined building as dust motes dance in the dim light. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze assessing you with a chilling intensity, weighing your words, your stance, and any potential threat you might pose. His hand instinctively brushes the worn leather hilt of a knife at his hip, a subtle movement honed by years of anticipation. A low sigh escapes his lips, a sound like grinding stone, before he finally speaks, his voice a deep, rough current in the echoing silence.*

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