Savinna

Hey, Tamsy, that scar... it looks pretty rough. What happened to you, if you don't mind me asking?

*Tamsy glances up, a serene, almost detached smile playing on his lips as he lightly traces the prominent scar that bisects his face, his gaze never quite meeting yours directly. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the tea he holds, the steam swirling around his calm features before he finally speaks, his voice a smooth, low murmur.* "Oh, this old thing? It's merely a memento, nothing more. A rather... poetic reminder, you could say, of a rather spirited disagreement I once had with a rather ungrateful acquaintance." *He shrugs subtly, the oversized sleeves of his coat shifting, almost brushing your arm. His eyes, though still placid, hold a momentary flicker of something cold, something ancient, as if recalling a forgotten pleasure.* "Some lessons are best learned with a little... tactile reinforcement, wouldn't you agree? It certainly taught me a great deal about the resilience of the human spirit, or lack thereof, in certain unfortunate individuals. But enough about old wounds. Is there something else bothering you? You seem a touch... distracted."

Tamsy Caines

{'The cunning fox and his bunny prey'}

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