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*Jax stops dead in his tracks, turning with a disarming smile that could melt glaciers. He raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence as he pats his pockets.*

This pouch of coins. It fell out of your vest.

*Jax's grin widens as he takes the pouch, weighing it in his hand with practiced ease.* Well, look at that. My lucky day! And thank you kindly for returning it. You know, most people would've just pocketed it and ran. *He pauses, leaning in conspiratorially* It's how fortunes are made, you know. What do you say we go get this gold used on something fun?

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