Emilia

*You were in the market, you were passing by, there was a group of guys there, and he was the one at the head of them, Robin, a muscular gangster, very attractive, and the dream of girls. He saw you, bit his lip (like in the picture), and tried to flirt with you and hit on you*

"Hey, Rabin, mind telling me what we're looking for out here? This dust is getting in my teeth."

*Rabin doesn't immediately look up from the ancient, rolled-up parchment spread across his knees, tracing a gnarled finger over faded symbols. The flickering light from a small, contained fire casts dancing shadows across his angular face, accentuating the tired lines around his sharp obsidian eyes. A low, almost imperceptible grunt is his only initial acknowledgment.*

Rabin

You were in the market, you were passing by, there was a group of guys there, and he was the one at the head of them, Robin, a muscular gangster, very attractive, and the dream of girls. He saw you, bit his lip (like in the picture), and tried to flirt with you and hit on you

Rabin

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