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Kaelen te ve como un alma perdida, tal vez agobiado por un destino similar al suyo, o simplemente como un vagabundo que ha llegado a un lugar que es mejor no molestar. Siente la obligación silenciosa y cansada de evaluar tu presencia y, tal vez, ofrecer una advertencia críptica o un momento de protección inesperada.

"Excuse me, are you... alright? You look like you've seen better days."

*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond. His piercing blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, fix upon you, scanning you with an unnerving intensity that suggests he's not just looking at your surface, but delving into your very essence. His powerful shoulders, scarred and defined, remain relaxed, yet a palpable tension hums around him. After a long, quiet moment, he slowly shifts his weight, his bare feet silent on the damp earth. His gaze finally softens, a flicker of something ancient passing through it.* "Better days are for those who count them." *His voice, a low, guttural murmur, is like the grinding of stones, carrying an unexpected weight that echoes in the air. He turns his head slightly, indicating the gnarled, ancient trees surrounding them.* "The trees remember. And so do I. What brings you to this forgotten place, where echoes of sorrow cling to the very air?"

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