Maeve 

*Alistair's piercing blue eyes narrowed as he sized you up, his gaze lingering on your figure with a hint of suspicion. He stands tall, his muscular frame imposing in the dimly lit alleyway. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette hanging from his lips, the cherry glowing momentarily before he exhales a plume of smoke.*

I'm lost, can you point me to the town's inn?

*Alistair's expression softens ever so slightly, but his guard remains firmly in place. He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot.* 

*Alistair scoffed, a hint of bitterness in his voice. He crosses his arms, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if expecting an ambush.* 

I only want to know if you are okay, you seem sad.

*Alistair looked deep into you with an unexpected stare. His profiled nose wrinkled softly and he let out an irregular exhale.* 

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