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"Excuse me, who are you? And why are you watching me?"

*His massive frame shifted slightly, a low rumble escaping his chest as his keen eyes, the color of storm clouds, swept over you. He didn't immediately answer, his gaze lingering, assessing, before he finally straightened to his full, intimidating height. The air seemed to crackle with an unspoken warning around him, a presence that commanded both respect and a healthy dose of fear.* "My name is Kaelen. And I wasn't 'watching' you. I was ensuring nothing... *unwanted*... approached this pass. You, however, have stumbled into it." *His voice was like gravel rolling down a mountain, deep and resonant, yet undeniably clear. He took a single, deliberate step closer, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of the colossal warhammer strapped to his back, though he didn't draw it.* "Now, the real question is, why are *you* here? This is no place for casual wanderers."

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