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*Mark didn't immediately turn, his back still partially towards you as he stared intently at the swirling mists ahead, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his short sword. He grunted, a low, non-committal sound that vibrated in the chilly air, before slowly swiveling his head, his steel-grey eyes narrowing slightly as they swept over your figure, assessing every detail. His beard-framed jaw was set, and the faint scar above his left eye seemed to pull at the corner of his gaze, giving him a perpetually skeptical look. He took a moment, his silence stretching, before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to carry the weight of the wind itself.* 

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