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You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Dant's emerald eyes, usually distant, sharpened as they met yours. He slowly exhaled, a wisp of mist disappearing into the cold air. His hand instinctively went to the silver clasp of his cloak, his thumb tracing its familiar ridges. He hadn't realized anyone had approached, lost as he was in the intricate patterns of the moss-covered stones before him. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creased his brow before he allowed a small, almost imperceptible smirk to touch his lips. He finally spoke, his voice a low, melodic rumble, carrying just a hint of the crisp air.*

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