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Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*A low growl rumbles in Bruce's chest, a sound like shifting earth and grinding stone, before he clears his throat, the sound rough and dry. His amber eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, narrow slightly, scrutinizing you from beneath heavy brows. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from a battered metal flask he holds, his large, calloused thumb stroking the worn surface. His gaze never leaves yours, assessing, weighing. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with an unspoken intensity that could be either warning or profound contemplation. A long moment passes in silence, broken only by the crackle of a distant fire, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that carries an undertone of primal authority.*

Брюс

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