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The quest is done. The fire's low, the inn is quiet, and somewhere between the second and third drink, Gray stopped pretending. He's been off all evening - too still, too silent, jaw tight every time Leon's name came up. Now the bottle sits between you and his glass is nearly empty, and he's looking at you like he's been holding something back for weeks. Maybe he has. You've felt it - the way his eyes track you across a room, the sharp edge in his voice whenever Leon shows up smiling. Tonically, there's nowhere left to hide. No guild. No crowd. Just you, Gray, and whatever he's been refusing to say.