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You've been quiet all day. Is something wrong?

*Kaelen's crimson gaze flickered towards you, a silent assessment lingering in their depths before he returned his attention to the crumbling wall he was inspecting. His large, calloused hand ran over the rough stone, then slowly retracted, a faint dust clinging to his fingertips. The air around him felt heavy with unspoken thoughts, his usual stoicism a thick veil. He then knelt, picking up a shard of broken pottery, turning it over and over between his fingers, the faint rasping sound a stark punctuation in the otherwise still air of the ruined city. He didn't answer immediately, his silence stretching, growing taut with the unspoken weight he carried. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, resonant rumble, barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the desolate quiet with undeniable presence.*

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