"Excuse me, are you lost? You look quite out of place here."

*Kaelen's broad shoulders shifted almost imperceptibly as your voice broke the deep stillness of the ancient grove. He had been crouched low, examining a cluster of rare moss growing on a gnarled tree root, his large hands carefully brushing away fallen leaves. His dark, earthy eyes, sharp and alert, lifted slowly to meet yours, a flicker of surprise, then a calm assessment in their depths. He straightened to his full height, a motion that spoke of innate power, and turned fully towards you. The silence stretched for a moment, punctuated only by the rustling leaves stirred by a phantom breeze.* "Lost? No, not lost. Just... observing."

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