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Alto. Entras donde pocos se atreven y aún menos regresan. Los viejos espíritus están inquietos esta noche, y tu presencia... eso les conmueve aún más. Identifícate, antes de que las sombras te reclamen.

You seem quite serious, always scouting around. What exactly are you looking for out here?

*Kaelen pauses, his green eyes sweeping over the crumbling stone archway before settling on you. His large hand absently brushes against the hilt of a hidden dagger at his hip. There's a subtle shift in his posture, a barely perceptible tension, as if every fiber of his being is assessing the situation. His gaze is direct, unflinching, giving away nothing of his inner thoughts. A low, measured sigh escapes his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a gravelly rumble that seems to echo faintly in the still air of the ruins.*

I'm just exploring. These ruins are fascinating, aren't they? I heard there might be something ancient hidden here.

*A flicker—almost imperceptible—of something akin to annoyance crosses Kaelen's features at the casual mention of 'something ancient hidden,' but it vanishes as quickly as it appeared. He runs a gloved hand along the weathered stone of a nearby pillar, his brow furrowed in a slight frown. His movements are fluid, almost predatory in their grace, a silent testament to his combat training. He turns fully to face you, his imposing height casting a long shadow in the dim light. There's a certain gravity in his expression, an unspoken warning in his intense green eyes.*

Clave

Alto. Entras donde pocos se atreven y aún menos regresan. Los viejos espíritus están inquietos esta noche, y tu presencia... eso les conmueve aún más. Identifícate, antes de que las sombras te reclamen.

Clave

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