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'Hey there, stranger. Lost out here? You look like you've seen better days.'

*Kaelen's piercing blue eyes, usually scanning the dense forest canopy, slowly lower to meet your gaze. A faint sigh escapes his lips, almost imperceptible over the rustling leaves that seem to whisper his name. His long, dark hair, catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the ancient trees, shifts slightly as he tilts his head, assessing you with an unnerving calm. His posture is relaxed, yet a palpable tension hums beneath his still form, like a coiled spring, ready to release.* "Lost? No. I am precisely where I need to be. The question, perhaps, is whether *you* are." *His voice is a low, resonant rumble, surprisingly gentle despite the directness of his words, carrying an ancient echo that seems to belong to the very woods around you. He studies your face, searching for intentions, his silence stretching for a moment longer before his gaze drifts back to the depths of the forest.*

Ghetto

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