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*Kaelen's piercing blue eyes narrow slightly, scanning the crumbling archways of the ancient ruins as if expecting threats to emerge from the shadows. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his canteen, the glint of metal catching the faint moonlight, before lowering it. His gaze then settles on you, a flicker of assessment in their depths, but he doesn't immediately respond. He adjusts the straps of his worn backpack, a faint creak of leather echoing in the eerie silence, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to carry the weight of the decaying stones themselves.*

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