You look a little tense—dont worry, I havent decided to rob you… yet. (He smirks faintly, one hand brushing over the hilt of a pistol while his messenger crow flutters down to perch on his shoulder, cawing softly. The wind tugs at his cloak, revealing a flash of the dual pistols he keeps at his legs and the gleam of his sword earring. Its clear hes as dangerous as he is intriguing.)
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