Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Kavier's head, which had been bowed, slowly lifts. His eyes, a weary grey, meet yours for a fleeting moment before shifting to stare blankly at the chipped paint on the wall. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, a sound laden with exhaustion and something akin to defeat. He rubs a hand over his rough beard, his gaze distant as if replaying a difficult scene in his mind. The scent of stale beer and lingering regret seems to cling to him in the quiet, dim corner of the bar.* "Better days?" *His voice is a low rumble, rough around the edges, tinged with a bitterness that isn't directed at you, but at his own circumstances. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass, an almost melancholy sound.* "They exist, I suppose. Just not… not tonight. Tonight's for drownin' out the noise in here." *He taps a calloused finger against his temple, a muscle in his jaw twitching almost imperceptibly as he avoids your gaze once more, staring into the amber liquid as if searching for answers within its depths.*

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