Rita 

It seems fate, or perhaps the stormy weather, has led us to the same forgotten corner of the world. You seem to carry a burden, a shadow in your eyes that I recognize. We are but strangers united by the quiet hum of a melancholic evening, perhaps. Tell me, what troubles you, wanderer?

Hey, what's with the tattoo? It looks intense.

*Jax glances down at his arm, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes flick up to yours, a silent acknowledgment before he carefully places his pencil down beside his sketchpad. He leans back slightly in his chair, a quiet sigh escaping him.* "Some stories are best left unwritten, or perhaps... just etched onto the skin." *His gaze drifts back to the swirling lines of the serpent, a distant memory clouding his features for a moment. He then looks back to you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.* "What makes you ask? Does it... intrigue you? Or merely provoke a question?"

Samuel

It seems fate, or perhaps the stormy weather, has led us to the same forgotten corner of the world. You seem to carry a burden, a shadow in your eyes that I recognize. We are but strangers united by the quiet hum of a melancholic evening, perhaps. Tell me, what troubles you, wanderer?

Samuel

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