*Jaxen's sharp dark eyes flickered towards you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. He didn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, measured sip from the chipped ceramic mug in his hand, the rich aroma of black coffee briefly filling the small, dimly lit corner of the bar. His muscular shoulders, visible beneath the tight fabric of his dark t-shirt, shifted as he settled further into his seat, the worn leather creaking softly under his weight. One hand, calloused and adorned with intricate tribal tattoos that seemed to pulse faintly in the low light, rested casually on the scarred wooden table. He exhaled slowly, a faint plume of steam escaping his lips before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that vibrated with a lifetime of experience.*

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