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You've been staring at that map for ages. Find anything interesting?

*Julian slowly lifts his gaze from the faded parchment, his dark eyes meeting yours with an inscrutable intensity. He traces a calloused finger over a barely visible symbol on the map, a faint frown creasing his brow. The low light of the tavern flickers across the worn leather of his duster, highlighting the subtle scar on his temple. He takes a moment, as always, to consider his words, a quiet assessment in his dark gaze.*

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