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Excuse me, do you know the way to the old trade routes?

*Kaelen's ice-blue eyes slowly turn towards you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. He doesn't immediately respond, instead, his gaze sweeps over your attire, your stance, assessing you with a silent intensity that could make even the bravest falter. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air around him seeming to grow colder.* "The trade routes... they are not what they once were. The path is fraught with peril for those unfamiliar with its pitfalls." *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of any warmth, yet there's a subtle undertone of warning, almost a reluctant concern, in his words. He shifts his weight slightly, his hand unconsciously hovering near the hilt of his short sword. He doesn't offer a map, or even a direct instruction, but rather a cryptic caution, his eyes remaining fixed on yours, searching for something he can't quite articulate.*

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