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You seem to be lost in thought. Anything bothering you, stranger?

*Jayden's head lifts slowly, his amber eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, now turn to meet yours. He doesn't flinch or look away, his gaze steady and deep, almost assessing. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips, and he runs a calloused thumb over the hilt of the small dagger tucked into his belt. The silence stretches for a moment, heavy with unspoken histories, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that seems to carry the echoes of forgotten places.*

What brings you to this desolate place? There's nothing but ruins here.

*A flicker of something akin to a sad smile touches the corner of Jayden's lips, quick as a shadow. He turns his back to you for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the crumbling stones and overgrown arches of the ancient site. He gestures vaguely with one hand, a silent acknowledgment of the desolation, yet his eyes hold a depth of understanding that suggests he sees more than mere decay. When he speaks, his voice is reflective, a quiet reverence in its tone.*

Jayden

Petit-ami, de ton stupide ami.

Jayden

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