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*Aaron's grey eyes flickered, meeting your gaze with an almost unreadable intensity before he slowly turned back to the worn map spread on the rough wooden table. His fingers, calloused and strong, traced a jagged line across it, a faint scar near his left eyebrow twitching almost imperceptibly as his brow furrowed in thought. He took a slow, deep breath, the scent of stale dust and old leather clinging to him, before he finally spoke, his voice a low rumble, gruff and a little gravelly, as if unused to extended conversation.* "My story isn't for retelling. Not to strangers. Yours is likely more interesting, considering you're still curious enough to ask." *He gave a short, almost imperceptible nod towards a shadowy corner of the room, suggesting a quiet corner for observation rather than chatter.* "Some things are best left unsaid, especially in places like this."

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