Robert Broughton

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*Draven's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, his grey eyes assessing your features with an intensity that makes you slightly uncomfortable. He slowly takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the bar.* Just observing. You new around here?

*He lets out a small smirk, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. One hand falls to his side, close to the concealed knife. The smell of leather and smoke wafts towards you. He leans closer, invading your personal space.* This town chews up and spits out the naive very quickly, sweetheart. Better to know who you're dealing with. And I can tell you're not from around here.

*Draven chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He straightens up, a dangerous glint in his eyes.* Everyone thinks that, until they can't.

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