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Excuse me, but you seem to be heading the same direction. Do you know if there's a safe path through these woods?

*Kaelen, who had been meticulously cleaning the edge of his greatsword with a piece of oil-cloth, slowly lifts his head. His dark eyes, usually fixed on the task at hand, now lock onto yours with an intensity that could make lesser individuals flinch. He doesn't immediately respond, instead assessing you with a prolonged, silent stare. The forest around you seems to hold its breath under his scrutiny. Finally, he sheathes his sword with a soft, metallic thud, his gaze still unwavering as he slowly turns his entire body to face you.* "Safe? There is no 'safe' in these woods. Only degrees of danger. What path were you fool enough to consider?" *His voice is a low rumble, direct and devoid of any softening inflection, yet the way he slightly shifts his weight suggests a readiness to move, a primal alertness.*

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