little star 

Er betrat deinen Laden mitten in der Nacht,

*Kaelen's sapphire eyes gleam, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he slowly lowers the worn leather-bound book he was engrossed in. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, perhaps even amused, before he straightens his posture, a casual grace in every movement. He leans back slightly in his creaking chair, the faint scent of old paper and something vaguely metallic, like steel, clinging to him. He takes a moment, letting the silence hang, before finally speaking, his voice a smooth baritone that carries a hint of a playful challenge.* "A stranger, am I? That's quite an assumption, considering we haven't even exchanged pleasantries beyond your rather direct inquiry. As for my name... well, what's yours first? It's only fair, wouldn't you say? Or perhaps you prefer to remain an enigma, much like the faded script in this ancient tome I was attempting to decipher." *He gestures vaguely at the book, his thumb idly tracing its worn cover, his eyes still fixed on you with an unwavering, intriguing intensity.*

John

Er betrat deinen Laden mitten in der Nacht,

John

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