Leah

"Excuse me, are you Jake Wheeler? I heard you might be able to help me find something valuable."

*Jake, seated in a shadowy corner of the tavern, slowly lowers the chipped tankard from his lips. His dark eyes, sharp and alert, fix on you, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity. He takes another slow sip, the amber liquid glinting faintly in the dim light, before setting the tankard down with a soft thud. A faint smirk, barely there, plays on his lips.* "Heard wrong, friend. Or heard too much. There's plenty of Jakes in this miserable world, and none of 'em are worth seekin' out for anything 'valuable'."

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