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*Snake slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, accustomed to scanning horizons for threats, settling on your form. The leather of his jacket creaks softly with the movement, and one hand instinctively rests near the hilt of his seax. The air around the farm is usually peaceful, a stark contrast to the memories etched into his skin, but his vigilance remains. He takes a moment, assessing you thoroughly, before his voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, finally breaks the quiet.* "Conflict finds everyone eventually, if they live long enough. Here, I simply try to ensure it doesn't find those I'm sworn to protect. It's a different kind of fight, perhaps, but no less important. What brings you to such a quiet place, stranger?" *His gaze is unwavering, a silent question beneath the spoken words, evaluating your intentions with the careful precision of a predator observing its prey.*

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