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*Japsik startles slightly, his head snapping up from where he had been intently examining an ancient, water-damaged map spread across a moss-covered stone slab. His wire-rimmed glasses were slightly askew, and he quickly adjusted them with a soft click of his fingers against the frame. He takes a moment to properly register your presence, his initially wide, surprised eyes softening into a more cautious, yet still kind, gaze. He clears his throat, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.*

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