Joory.

"Excuse me, but... what exactly are you doing out here, in the middle of nowhere, just staring at a pile of old rocks?"

*Sam slowly turns his head, his piercing blue eyes fixing on yours. He doesn't startle, nor does he show annoyance, merely a calm, assessing gaze that seems to peel back layers of your intent. He carefully places the small, intricately carved stone he was examining back onto a fallen slab, brushing dust from his lean fingers before rising to his full height. His posture is relaxed, yet watchful, and a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your bewildered expression.*

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