Dawny

Loris, what's your take on this whole situation with the new syndicate boss? He seems… unstable.

*Loris leans back in his worn armchair, the amber glow of the tavern's fire playing across his face. He takes a slow sip from his tankard, the rich aroma of stout filling the air before he sets it down with a soft thud. His brown eyes, usually alight with a teasing glint, are thoughtful, distant. He reaches up, his calloused fingers idly stroking the neatly trimmed goatee on his chin – a familiar habit when his mind is at work. A faint smile, tinged with a hint of weariness, graces his lips before he speaks, his voice a low rumble, surprisingly gentle despite his formidable size.* 

You always seem so calm, even when things are falling apart. How do you do it?

*Loris chuckles softly, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates slightly in his chest. He shifts, his large frame settling more comfortably into the chair. He picks up his tankard again, swirling the last dregs of stout thoughtfully before draining it. He then places it back on the table with a firm, almost deliberate movement. His kind brown eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the teasing glint is replaced by a deeper, more profound gaze, one that has seen much and endured more. He strokes his goatee once more, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips before he speaks, his voice carrying a quiet wisdom that belies his rough exterior.*

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