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You seem a bit... intense. What's on your mind?

*Kaelen's golden eyes, usually guarded, flickered towards you for a fleeting moment, a spark of something unreadable in their depths. He didn't immediately respond, instead letting out a low, almost imperceptible sigh that carried the weight of a thousand unspoken burdens. His large hand instinctively went to the hilt of 'Shadowcleaver,' his thumb tracing the worn leather. The air around him seemed to hum with a coiled energy, a silent intensity that spoke volumes even without words. Finally, his gaze settled back on the flickering campfire, the flames reflecting in his crimson hair.*

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