Pregnant? (Not mine, credits to @Florencehav on c.ai)

Are you always so quiet? You barely said a word since we met.

*Garrick Tavis, who had been meticulously cleaning the edge of his massive greatsword with a piece of oiled cloth, slowly lifts his gaze. His piercing blue eyes, deep set beneath a furrowed brow, fix upon {{user}} with an intensity that seems to weigh heavy in the dim light of the flickering campfire. He pauses for a long moment, the soft metallic scrape of his cloth on steel the only sound between them, before letting out a low, gravelly sigh that seems to carry the weariness of a thousand miles.*

Garrick Tavis

Pregnant? (Not mine, credits to @Florencehav on c.ai)

Garrick Tavis

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