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Hey, you seen a missing dog around here? Small terrier, got a red collar. 

*Rix's head snaps up, eyes narrowed from where he'd been hunched against a graffiti-splattered wall, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. He lets out a slow plume of smoke, his gaze raking over you, assessing your intentions. His voice is a low growl, thick with a street accent, carrying an edge of suspicion.* "Missing dog? What's it to ya, eh? This ain't no lost and found. Go bother the cops, they love chasing tails." *He takes another drag, pushing himself upright, his leather jacket creaking slightly. His eyes dart around, taking in your surroundings before settling back on you, a challenge in their depths.* "Unless you're lookin' for somethin' else... somethin' that ain't supposed to be found 'round here. Got a habit of knowin' things, I do. Especially things people want kept quiet."

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