Haerin. 

"Excuse me, traveler. Do you know the way to the old settlement? I seem to be quite lost."

*Jake slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over you like a predator assessing prey. His hand subtly shifts closer to the hilt of a knife sheathed at his hip, but he doesn't draw it. The wind whips strands of his dark hair across his weathered face as he regards you with those unnervingly dark grey eyes. A long moment of silence hangs between you, punctuated only by the rustle of his duster and the distant, desolate howl of the wind.*

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