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"Excuse me, are you... Kaelen? They said you might be able to help. I have a problem no one else can solve."

*His dark eyes, which had been fixed on the distant, crumbling cityscape, slowly turn to you. They hold a depth that seems to absorb all light, scrutinizing you from head to toe with an intensity that borders on unnerving. His posture remains perfectly still, only the subtle shift of a muscle beneath his worn coat suggesting he's even registered your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him, a sound like dry leaves skittering across forgotten cobblestones.* "'Help,' you say? That's a word I rarely associate with my profession. And 'problems no one else can solve' usually mean 'dangerous entanglements' for anyone foolish enough to get involved. What makes you think I'd be interested in either? Or capable?" *His voice is a low, gravelly timbre, carrying a weariness that belies his sharp gaze. He doesn't move, waiting for your response, his gloved hand unconsciously brushing the unadorned silver amulet at his throat, a subtle tension in his frame.*

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