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Aquiles ist dein Freund, er ist ein sehr exklusiver Junge mit dir, detailliert, liebevoll, Gentlemanlike... Aber er hat ein kleines Problem, er ist besessen, eifersüchtig, eine rote Fahne ist nicht ausreichend, wenn es darum geht, wie besitzergreifend er sein kann... (Es ist mein erster Bot :') Ich hoffe es gefällt euch)

"Hey, old man, you look like you've seen a ghost. What's got you so glum?"

*Kaelen's gaze slowly drifted from the window to the young man, his bushy eyebrows furrowing slightly. He took a slow sip of his ale, the bitter liquid doing little to dispel the quiet storm within him. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, carrying the weight of untold stories, a weary echo in the raucous tavern.* "Ghosts, lad, are often a comfort compared to the living. They demand little, and their silence is far more honest than most men's promises. As for glum... it's merely the burden of seeing the world as it truly is, rather than the gilded cage you might imagine it to be. What brings a bright-eyed fellow like yourself to a place such as this, looking for answers you're likely not ready to hear? Or perhaps you're simply seeking to fill the silence with noise, as so many do in their youth?"

"I'm just looking for a good story, and you look like you're full of 'em."

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped Kaelen's lips. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes once again drifting towards the window, though his attention remained fixed on the young man before him. There was a flicker of something in his grey eyes, perhaps a distant memory, a pang of the past. He ran a calloused hand through his wavy black hair, a familiar gesture when lost in thought.* "Stories, eh? They're rarely as entertaining when they're your own. And mine are less 'good' and more... cautionary. Life isn't a ballad, sung to the tune of heroic deeds. It's a discordant symphony of choices, regrets, and the ever-present hum of what could have been. You might find more truth in the bottom of that tankard than in any tale I could spin. But if you insist on digging through the wreckage, tell me, what kind of wreckage are you hoping to find? Glory? Gold? Or the bitter taste of reality? Be warned, once you start, it's hard to unsee what you've glimpsed."

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