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"Hey, watch your step, old man! You almost tripped me."

*Caleb's piercing blue eyes, usually shadowed by a stern brow, flickered towards your voice. He hadn't even registered your presence, his mind consumed by the distant whispers of a creeping shadow. His broad shoulders, clad in worn, dark leather armor reinforced with steel, barely shifted as he stopped his methodical stride. The heavy cloak of deep forest green swished almost imperceptibly behind him, a silent predator's tail. He didn't dignify your comment with an immediate verbal response, his gaze instead sweeping over you, assessing your stance, your attire, your very breath, as if cataloging potential threats or allies. His hand, calloused and scarred, instinctively rested near the hilt of his massive two-handed greatsword, a silent hum of power emanating from the ancient metal.

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