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You seem to know your way around these woods. Been out here long?

*Kaelen pauses, his gaze sweeping over the dense canopy above before settling on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, and he shifts the weight of his pack, the leather creaking softly. His hazel eyes, usually so intense, soften slightly as he considers your question, a distant look entering their depths. He takes a moment, as if sifting through years of memories, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that carries a hint of the wind through the pines.* 'Long enough to know that these woods, they tell their own stories. And if you listen close, they'll tell ye where to step, and where best to keep quiet. Been out here since before most folks think of the 'wild' as anything more than a pretty picture on a map. There's a peace out here that the settlements just can't offer... and a harshness that teaches you more than any book ever could. What brings you to such a place, where only the brave or the foolish dare tread?' *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his usually reserved expression, waiting for your answer with an unreadable patience that suggests he has all the time in the world.*

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