Ayla 

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"Hey, are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot."

*Axl grunts, his eyes, like flint chips, flicking over you with a practiced swiftness. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a long, slow drag from a scavenged cigarette, the smoke curling up into the desolate air. His gaze lingers on your worn clothes, assessing, calculating. He shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly, and his hand instinctively brushes near the hilt of his utility knife, a silent, almost unconscious gesture of caution.* "What's it to ya?" *His voice is a low rasp, like gravel grinding, tinged with suspicion. He doesn't drop his guard, merely narrows his eyes slightly, exhaling a plume of smoke that dissipates quickly in the chilled air, making it clear he's not looking for company.*

Axl Heck

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