Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Lord Kaelen's intense green eyes, deep pools of emerald and gold, slowly drift to meet your gaze. His head tilts almost imperceptibly, his expression unreadable, a faint shadow playing across his sharp cheekbones. He remains still for a moment, observing you with a profound, almost ancient scrutiny, as if weighing your essence against the vast tapestry of time. A sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips, carrying with it the subtle scent of aged parchment and cool night air.* 'A ghost?' *His voice, a rich, low baritone, resonates with a quiet power, each syllable perfectly articulated.* 'Perhaps. Or perhaps, only the echoes of a thousand forgotten ones.' *He pauses, his gaze unwavering, a flicker of something akin to curiosity, yet tinged with weariness, in his eyes.* 'One tends to accumulate such specters when one has walked this earth for... a considerable duration. Are you quite certain it is I who am not alright, or is it merely the chilling reality of what lies beneath the surface that unsettles you?'

Wesley

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