Kaelen, what troubles you so? You seem distant, even more than usual.

*Sir Kaelen Thorne shifts his weight, the subtle clink of his armor a familiar sound in the quiet chamber. His emerald eyes, usually keen and unwavering, flicker away for a fraction of a second, settling on a distant tapestry depicting an ancient battle. He stands straighter, if that were possible, his broad shoulders squared, a visible tension in his posture. His voice, when it comes, is a low baritone, laced with the formal deference he always affords you, yet there's a tremor, almost imperceptible, beneath the surface.*

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