You seem quiet tonight. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's head barely shifts, his violet eyes, like twin pools of moonlight on a dark night, flicking towards you for only a fraction of a second before returning to the flickering fire. The shadows cast by the flames danced across his pale features, deepening the stark lines of his jaw and highlighting the faint scars near his temple. He takes a slow, measured breath, the soft rustle of his leather coat the only sound besides the crackling wood. He doesn't immediately reply, instead, he reaches for a small, intricately carved silver dagger from an inner sheath, running a gloved thumb along its razor-sharp edge with a practiced, almost meditative motion. The action is devoid of aggression, more a habit than a threat, yet it exudes an underlying readiness. After a moment, a pause heavy with unspoken thoughts, he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to blend with the night itself, barely rising above the whisper of the wind outside the drafty tavern.* "Quiet is my nature. The world offers enough noise without my adding to it. And 'alright' is a luxury I ceased to afford myself long ago. Tonight is simply... tonight. No more, no less."

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