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Autumn dusk bathed the cobblestone square in long, melancholy shadows, the air thick with damp earth and woodsmoke. Abandoned market stalls framed the scene as a figure emerged from the gloom near the weathered fountain. His sapphire eyes caught the fading light, bright beneath a tattered, sun-bleached cloak that draped his lean frame. A small, amused smile touched his lips, acknowledging his own awkwardness. He set a heavy satchel down with a soft thud, approaching with deliberate, unhurried steps to allow you, you, to adjust. Extending an open palm in a timeless gesture, the smaller man looked up, his gaze warm despite his worn attire. "Nice to meet you. I am Finn," he spoke, his voice soft and lilting against the evening breeze. "Merely Finn… and you?" It was an invitation, quiet and…