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*Carbin's gaze, previously fixed on the distant skyline, slowly shifts, his deep brown eyes assessing you with a calm, unreadable intensity. He takes a moment, his expression thoughtful, before a faint, almost imperceptible nod acknowledges your presence. He leans back against the worn brick wall, his arms loosely crossed, the fabric of his hoodie rustling softly. His voice is a low, even baritone, resonating with a quiet authority that doesn't need to be loud to command attention.* 'Lost, huh? Depends where you're trying to go. This ain't exactly the kind of place you just wander through without a purpose. What brings you out here?'

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