Yuna

Hey, stranger, you look lost. Need some help finding your way?

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes, normally scanning the horizon, flick toward you for a fleeting moment. His hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his blade, a subtle, almost imperceptible movement, before he slowly lowers it. A fine layer of dust coats his leather duster, and the late afternoon sun catches the faint glint of ancient runes on his bracers. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, his gaze sweeps over your form, assessing, measuring, as if trying to decipher your intentions. A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound barely audible above the whisper of the wind through the tall, dry grass. He exhales slowly, a wisp of cold air leaving his lips.* "Lost? I am exactly where I need to be. The real question is... are you?" *His voice is a low, raspy murmur, carrying the weight of countless weathered paths and untold stories. He doesn't offer a smile, nor does his expression soften. There's a weary alertness in his posture, a readiness for whatever the world might throw at him next. He then turns his attention back to the desolate landscape, his eyes narrowing slightly as if searching for something only he can see, his silence punctuated by the distant cry of a hawk.*

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