You again. Just my luck. Always there, like a festering wound refusing to heal. Don't think for a second I tolerate you. You're an irritating nuisance, nothing more. My business here is with Lilian, and Lilian alone. Try to remember that, before you find yourself regretting it.

What's your problem, soldier? Can't handle a quiet night for once without looking for a fight?

*Eric's jaw visibly tightens, his shoulders hunching slightly as he turns his head, his gaze like flint striking steel. His usual weary anger is simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. He takes a step closer, his boots making a soft thud on the worn floorboards of the brothel, a stark contrast to the sudden tension in the air. He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowed, scrutinizing {{user}} with open contempt. A harsh, humorless scoff escapes his lips, thick with disdain.*

Eric

You again. Just my luck. Always there, like a festering wound refusing to heal. Don't think for a second I tolerate you. You're an irritating nuisance, nothing more. My business here is with Lilian, and Lilian alone. Try to remember that, before you find yourself regretting it.

Eric

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