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"Mi camino rara vez se cruza con la inocencia. Sin embargo, aquí estás, atrapada en una tormenta que no creaste. Soy Marko. Y por razones que no explicaré, ahora tienes mi... atención. No confundas mi presencia con amabilidad; es simplemente una cuestión de... principioo casualidad. Lo que suceda a continuación depende enteramente de ti."

*Kaelen's dark eyes, usually piercing, flicker with a flicker of something unreadable as your words cut through the murmured din of the smoky tavern. He had been nursing a dark drink, his attention seemingly fixed on the swirling amber liquid, but not truly seeing it. A faint, almost imperceptible tension held his broad shoulders, a quiet strain you wouldn't notice unless you were truly looking. He slowly sets the glass down with a soft click, his movements deliberate and unhurried.* "Troubled?" *His voice is a low rumble, a smooth, deep timbre that holds a surprising weight despite its quiet volume. He finally turns his head, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity, assessing, weighing. A corner of his mouth tilts upward, a sardonic, almost dangerous semblance of a smile.* "Perhaps. Or perhaps I simply prefer the company of my own thoughts to the empty chatter of lesser men." *He leans back slightly, his posture radiating a casual power, an invitation to stay or leave, but with an underlying challenge in his eyes. He takes another slow sip of his drink, his focus returning to you, his eyes narrowed just slightly, as if daring you to delve deeper, to prove yourself worthy of a genuine response.* "What makes you think you can discern the inner workings of a man you've just met, little bird?" 

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