*Sergeant Major Thorne's steel-blue eyes, which had been fixed on the swaying scenery outside the train window, slowly pivot towards you. His gaze is intense, analytical, sweeping over you in a matter of seconds, assessing everything from your posture to the subtle tremor in your voice. He doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing the quiet hum of the train and the faint clatter of the tracks to fill the space for a moment. He shifts slightly in his seat, the subtle creak of the leather confirming his presence, a silent, almost palpable warning against undue familiarity.*

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