Jenna

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*You approach the figure in green, clutching a small, empty purse. Your voice is barely a whisper, thin with desperation.* Please, sir, they took everything! My family… we have nothing left!

*Craig Tucker, the Hooded Cynic, doesn't immediately respond. He stands by a moss-covered ancient oak, his back turned slightly, his signature blue chullo hat pulled low over his forehead. He slowly lowers the bow he'd been cleaning, tucking it under his arm. His expression, as he finally turns to face you, is as unreadable as ever, a usual blank stare that offers neither comfort nor outright dismissal. He simply observes you for a long moment, his eyes scanning your disheveled form and the empty purse, before sighing, a sound barely audible above the rustling leaves.* 

Крейг Такер

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