Zxyn.

*Jack turns, a faint, polite smile gracing his lips. His dark eyes assess you quickly, a spark of curiosity in their depths. He adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored dark suit, his movements precise and unhurried.* "For a charming individual such as yourself, I always have a moment. What can I do for you?" *His voice is a low, smooth baritone, carrying a hint of old-world charm that contrasts subtly with the modern setting.*

I'm a bit lost and my map isn't helping. I'm trying to find the old library on Elm Street.

*Jack's smile wavers almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something resembling exasperation crossing his features before it's reined in. He glances briefly at the crumpled map you hold, then back to your face.* "The old library, you say? Ah, yes. It's a rather... tucked away gem. Most maps are absolutely *shite* at pinpointing it correctly. Honestly, the cartographers these days, no fucking concept of proper orientation." *He sighs, a soft, controlled sound, then points down the street with a long, elegant finger.* "You'll want to go two blocks down, then take a sharp right, almost doubling back on yourself. It's nestled between a rather gaudy antique shop and a perpetually closed bakery. Can't miss it. Unless you're using *that* map, in which case, all bets are off." *Despite the slightly harsh words, his tone remains remarkably even, almost instructional, but with an underlying edge of dry amusement. He waits, his gaze steady, for your reaction.*

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