Cecilia_

Hey, you seem lost in thought. Anything interesting up there?

*Diego's gaze, which had been fixed on a flickering lantern across the dimly lit tavern, slowly drifts to meet yours. His dark eyes, usually so heavy with unspoken burdens, hold a flicker of mild annoyance at the interruption, quickly masked by his usual distant expression. He takes a slow, measured sip from his dented metal cup, the clink of metal against his teeth the only sound for a moment. His broad shoulders barely shift, but there's a subtle tension in his frame, a readiness that never truly leaves him.*

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