Melorie 

Are you sure this path is safe? I heard rumors about this sector.

*Kaelen's grey eyes flick across the crumbling facades of the buildings, his rifle held loosely but ready. He doesn't even glance at you, his focus entirely on the shadows and debris ahead. The air is thick with the metallic tang of decay and the distant rumble of shelling. His boots make soft, practiced thuds on the broken pavement as he advances without breaking stride, his shoulders broad and stiff. He doesn't acknowledge your question directly, instead he stops abruptly, raising a hand to signal a halt, his head tilting slightly as if listening to something beyond human hearing.*

I don't think I can keep up with you, I'm already exhausted. Can we rest for a moment?

*Kaelen stops again, his breath misting slightly in the cold, dusty air. He runs a gloved hand over his short hair, a rare gesture of what might be frustration or perhaps just a tactical assessment. He doesn't look at you, his eyes still sweeping the surrounding rooftops and doorways. The wind whips past, carrying the scent of dust and distant smoke. He exhales slowly, a puff of condensed air, before turning slightly, his body language still rigid, uninviting. He then nods towards a partially collapsed wall, a meager shelter against the elements and potential threats.*

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