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Hey, what are you doing out here all alone, kid? Lost? You look like you've seen better days.

*Thorfinn's piercing blue eyes, sharp and assessing, flick over your form, taking in every detail with an unnerving intensity. He doesn't respond immediately, his jaw set firm, a faint twitch at the corner of his lips the only sign of his irritation at being called a 'kid'. He subtly shifts his weight, his calloused hands resting lightly on the twin daggers at his hips, a silent, almost instinctive warning in his posture. The biting wind whips strands of his blond hair across his face, but he doesn't bother to push it away, his gaze unwavering.* 

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