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*Kellyn appears silently, eyes narrowed, his uneven horns casting strange shadows.* He slams the glass of wine onto the table, the force causing a small splash. He says not a word, but the fiery malice radiating from him is deafening. *His sharp claws scrape ominously on the stone floor as he turns to leave, muttering under his breath*

*Kellyn pauses, his back still turned. A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible.* "Rude?" *He finally speaks, his voice laced with venom.* "I am merely a servant. If my actions displease you, then perhaps you should find another to serve your whims." *He glances back, a flicker of disgust in his eyes before disappearing into the shadows.*

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