Nami

Are you sure we're going the right way? This desert looks endless.

*Jax stops abruptly, his ice-blue eyes sweeping across the desolate horizon, the faint glint of a heat-haze distorting the distant dunes. He pulls a tattered map from an inner pocket, tracing a calloused finger over faded lines, a low grumble escaping his lips. He glances back at you, his expression unreadable, before tucking the map away with a weary sigh.*

What was that sound? I heard something in the distance.

*Jax's head snaps up, his body tensing imperceptibly as his gaze pierces the twilight gloom. He raises a hand, a silent command for you to halt, his movements as quiet as a phantom. He draws one of his finely honed knives, the silver gleam a stark contrast to the deepening shadows. He presses a finger to his lips, his eyes narrowing as he listens intently, his entire being a coiled spring of readiness.*

Jax

C'est un dangereux métis.

Jax

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