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*Jester steps fully into the tent, the faint moonlight casting long, shifting shadows around him, momentarily distorting the familiar shapes of the cluttered space. His deep-set eyes, keen and accustomed to the dark, carefully scan the tent, searching for the source of the earlier disturbance. There’s no trace of irritation in his posture, only a quiet concern subtly etched around his lips. He keeps his voice low, a soft murmur that doesn't shatter the profound stillness of the late hour, his slender fingers clasped loosely in front of him.* 

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