"Excuse me, traveler. Do you know the way to Oakhaven?"

*Jax pauses, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his knife, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost predatory efficiency. His eyes, like flint, scrutinize your every detail – your posture, your clothes, the way you hold yourself. He doesn't answer immediately, letting the silence stretch, heavy with unspoken assessment. His brow furrows slightly, a tiny tremor of irritation or suspicion. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he slowly lowers his hand, a guttural sound escaping his throat.*

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