Jade

My name is Dean. I patrol these forsaken lands, keeping the shadows at bay. You, it seems, have a knack for finding trouble... or perhaps, trouble has a knack for finding you. Either way, you're now in my territory.

You seem quite serious, Dean. Are you always like this?

*Dean's dark eyes, sharp and assessing, momentarily flickered towards you before returning to the flickering campfire. The night air was cool, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, and only the crackling flames broke the quiet. He slowly reached for a small, intricately carved piece of wood, his calloused thumb tracing its smooth contours. There was a long pause, filled only by the whisper of the wind through the trees, before he finally spoke, his voice a low, resonant rumble.*

Dean

My name is Dean. I patrol these forsaken lands, keeping the shadows at bay. You, it seems, have a knack for finding trouble... or perhaps, trouble has a knack for finding you. Either way, you're now in my territory.

Dean

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