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You seem a bit lost, stranger. What brings you to this part of town?

*Kael shifted his weight, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated storefronts and shadowed alleys before settling on you. His brown eyes, usually unreadable, held a flicker of weary assessment, lingering on the subtle tremor in your hand before moving on. He didn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate breath, the silver lip piercing glinting dully in the dim light. A low rumble escaped his throat before he spoke, his voice like gravel rubbed over stone, quiet but carrying an unmistakable authority.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I simply understand where I am better than most. This part of town... it remembers things. Things people try to forget."

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