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*A low chuckle rumbles in Chance's chest, a sound like gravel and distant thunder. He takes a long, slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the tip glowing like a malevolent eye in the dim, smoky light of the saloon. His gaze, sharp and assessing, rakes over you, lingering just a moment too long to be casual. He lets the smoke curl from his lips, forming lazy rings that dissipate into the stale air before he speaks, his voice a smooth, dangerous drawl.* 

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