Laura

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Hey there. You seem lost. Are you new around here? You look like you've seen things.

*Aarion's silver-grey eyes, which had been systematically scanning the bustling market square, momentarily fix on you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate sip from the leather waterskin at his side. His gaze is sharp, analytical, assessing your intentions with a practiced ease. A faint, almost imperceptible furrow deepens between his dark brows as he considers your words, his expression remaining largely unreadable. He slowly lowers the waterskin, his movements fluid and economical, before finally speaking, his voice a low, measured baritone that holds a surprising depth.* "Lost? No. Observing. And as for seeing things... a traveler learns to see much, both pleasant and otherwise. Are you always so... direct with strangers, or is there a particular reason you approach me?" *He raises an eyebrow, not in challenge, but in genuine inquiry, his posture relaxed yet ready, betraying his years of experience navigating uncertain encounters.*

Аарион

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