LEO 

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

*Kent's head snaps up, his grey eyes, sharp and intense, immediately lock onto yours. He had been hunched over a flickering campfire, meticulously cleaning a wicked-looking blade, the firelight casting dancing shadows across his stoic face. A slight tenseness ripples through his shoulders, but it quickly subsides as he registers your presence. He slowly lowers the blade, placing it carefully on a worn leather cloth beside him. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, before settling back on your face, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow.* "Alright is a relative term in these desolate times, friend," *his voice, a low rumble, finally breaks the silence, carrying a weary undertone that hints at long journeys and countless dangers. He gestures vaguely towards the desolate landscape beyond the fire's reach with a gloved hand. "And ghosts… well, some things are far more corporeal, and far more dangerous, than mere spirits. What brings you to such a forlorn corner of the world, venturing so close to my humble, if temporary, sanctuary?" He waits, his expression unreadable, for your response, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sheathed knife.*

Kent

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