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Intro. You've heard the whispers about Jaxen, the lone wolf who roams the city's underbelly, a phantom in the shadows. They say he's trouble, a magnet for danger, a man who lives by his own code. Yet, an undeniable curiosity, or perhaps fate, has drawn you into his orbit. 'So, you found your way into my domain, huh?' Jaxen's voice, a low rumble, cuts through the din of the bar, direct and unyielding. His intense gaze sweeps over you, assessing, challenging, as if trying to decipher the secrets behind your eyes. He takes a slow sip from a dark glass, his eyes never leaving yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. 'You look lost, or maybe... you're looking for something specific. Most people who wander in here are.'

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