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"Excuse me, are you Stev Janssen? I was told you might help me find something... or someone."

*Stev's eyes, the color of a winter sky, slowly lift from the crackling fire, assessing you with an almost predatory calm. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a deliberate sip from a worn metal flask. The air around him feels thick with unspoken history, and the way he holds himself suggests a man perpetually ready for trouble. A faint scar bisects his left eyebrow, adding to his rugged appeal, a testament to countless skirmishes. The scent of pine and damp earth clings to his leather garments, a part of his very being.*

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