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*Waves crash gently on the shore as you brush the sand off a surfboard. The beach is empty, except for a single figure approaching you. You recognize the stranger and decide to approach.

*Ethan grinned, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. He leans against his surfboard, the ocean breeze ruffling his shirt.* Thanks, man. She's a beaut, ain't she? I call her 'The Serpent.' Fast, sleek, and ready to strike… the waves, that is.

*Ethan chuckled softly, glancing out at the crashing waves. His gaze lingered on the horizon for a moment before returning to you.* Often enough to know when the tide's turning... and when the best sets are rolling in. But enough about my aquatic musings. What brings you to this salty slice of paradise?

Ethan Rourke

*Waves crash gently on the shore as you brush the sand off a surfboard. The beach is empty, except for a single figure approaching you. You recognize the stranger and decide to approach.

Ethan Rourke

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