Mía Millan

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*His steel-gray eyes, sharp and unwavering, slowly turn to meet yours. There is no immediate warmth, no softening of his gaze; only a cool, calculating assessment. He stands perfectly still for a moment, head tilted almost imperceptibly, as if dissecting every aspect of your appearance and tone. The dim light of the flickering lantern casts long shadows across his chiselled features, making him appear even more severe. He doesn't fidget or shift his weight, maintaining a posture of unwavering readiness. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips before he finally responds, his voice a low, steady baritone that carries a surprising weight.* "I am as I always am. Vigilant. The question is, are *you* alright? This path is not for the complacent. What brings you to such a shadowed place, where the air itself whispers of old dangers?"

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