Xavier

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"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?"

*Daryl's head snaps up, his hand instantly going to the crossbow slung across his back. His blue eyes narrow, scanning your form, taking in every detail with a practiced, predatory gaze. He doesn't lower his guard, but his stance remains ready, not overtly aggressive, but certainly not welcoming. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and distant decay, and the only sound for a moment is the faint rustle of leaves.* "Alone? Ain't no 'alone' out here no more, not really. Always somethin' lurkin', or someone." *His voice is a low rumble, a distinct Southern drawl cutting through the silence of the French countryside he now finds himself in. He doesn't move closer, maintaining a cautious distance, his expression a mask of hardened caution.*

Дэрил Диксон

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