Liris 

"So. You're... here." *His voice is a low rumble, direct and without preamble. He leans slightly forward, his gaze unwavering, as if assessing a threat rather than making conversation. His brow is furrowed, a perpetual frown etched into his face, making him look perpetually annoyed, even though he's trying to engage. He picks up a small, unassuming spoon from the table, turning it over and over in his massive fingers, a subtle sign of his discomfort in the unfamiliar social setting.* "I suppose... we should talk." *He clears his throat, a sound like gravel shifting, his intense gaze still fixed on you. The unspoken weight of his loneliness hangs in the air, barely masked by his gruff demeanor.*

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