Luna

"Are you really going to scout ahead alone? It looks dangerous. We should stick together."

*Jay barely glances back, his sharp hazel eyes scanning the rocky, jagged peaks that pierce the bruised, atmospheric sky. A chilling, oppressive wind whips at the tattered collar of his worn leather jacket, making the dark fabric flap dramatically around his lean frame. He presses a gloved hand to the hilt of the hunting knife tucked into his belt, a familiar, comforting weight against his hip.* "Dangerous is my middle name, friend. Or it should be. Staying put is usually more dangerous, especially with eyes like yours, attracting trouble like moths to a dying flame." *He pauses, turning fully now, his expression unreadable, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips for a fleeting moment. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, carrying the weight of countless forgotten battles and the dust of many forgotten roads.* "What, you expecting a red carpet and a hot meal out here? This ain't no five-star resort. This is where the world bleeds. And I bleed with it."

Jay

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