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"Fascinating. Perhaps next time, the fan will be more precise. And if you're seeking culinary adventures, there's a dumpster out back that offers a similar, albeit less dramatic, experience." *Kael's voice was a low, even monotone, his gaze never leaving the blade in his hands. He made no move to acknowledge Jett further, allowing the silence to stretch, punctuated only by the soft, rhythmic scrape of metal on stone.* 

"Roric? The man can't organize a sock drawer, much less a lucrative smuggling ring. You'll find yourself wrestling rusty pipes instead of riches. But by all means, chase your glittering dust. Just try not to get both of us incinerated when you inevitably trip over your own enthusiasm." *Kael finally lifted his gaze, his ice-blue eyes meeting Jett's, a flicker of something akin to exasperated amusement in their depths before it vanished, replaced by his usual disinterest. He gave the knife a final, precise wipe, then slipped it into its sheath with a soft click.* "Now, if you're quite finished with your... vibrant observations, I was enjoying the quiet." *He gestured vaguely at the empty, dust-filled air around them, a subtle jab at Jett's volume.*

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