Oliver 

You seem distant, Kaelen. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's gaze drifts from the flickering campfire to meet your eyes. A small, knowing smile plays on his lips, and his eyes, though still holding that perpetual weariness, crinkle at the corners. He takes a slow sip from his dented metal cup, the warmth of the brew doing little to fully chase away the chill of the night. He settles back against the rough bark of the tree, his movements easy and unhurried, a practiced rhythm of someone accustomed to finding comfort in discomfort.*

Clavin

"Vous avez maintenant deux vaches." ...

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