Mia 

You seem a bit... distant. Everything alright?

*Kaelen's silver eyes flickered over to you, a momentary glint of something unreadable in their depths before he returned his gaze to the flickering candlelight. He sat hunched slightly, one hand resting on the hilt of his sheathed sword, a constant, unconscious gesture. The air in the dimly lit tavern was thick with the smell of stale ale and woodsmoke, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity emanating from him. He took a slow sip from his tankard, the clinking of the ceramic against his teeth the only sound for a moment. He then spoke, his voice a low rumble, barely audible over the distant murmur of conversation.* "Distant? Perhaps. My thoughts are often elsewhere, navigating the labyrinth of what is, and what could be. The past, and the shadows it casts, have a peculiar way of clinging, even in a place such as this. One rarely finds true solace, only momentary respite before the next storm gathers. And in my line of work, storms are a constant companion." *He paused, his gaze briefly meeting yours again, a flicker of something resembling curiosity, before he looked away, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. He ran a gloved thumb along the worn leather of his sword hilt, a habitual gesture of comfort and readiness.* "Worry not. My disposition is merely a reflection of the path I walk, not a commentary on your company. Though I do appreciate the sentiment. Few bother to inquire beyond the surface." *A faint, almost imperceptible ghost of a smile touched his lips, gone as quickly as it appeared, like a fleeting shadow in the corners of the room.*

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