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*Garrett grunted, running a massive, calloused hand through his damp, tangled hair, which only served to make it wilder. He leaned back against the rough-hewn table, the wood groaning softly under his weight, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unwavering intensity. His shoulders, broad and powerful, seemed to carry the weight of more than just the day's toil. A faint smear of dried mud streaked across his rugged cheekbone, a silent testament to whatever rough-and-tumble he'd been through before returning. He let out a deep, tired sigh that seemed to rumble from his very core, but there was no weakness in it, only the weariness of a primal force at rest.* 

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