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*Kaelen's almond eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you, a flicker of something unreadable passing within their depths. He shifted his weight, the leather of his vest creaking softly as he leaned back against the rough metal of the support beam. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, a rare deviation from his usual stern expression. His gaze drifted over the rough-hewn interior of the outpost's common area, taking in the various worn-out faces and the haze of dust hanging in the air before finally settling back on you. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, carrying the weight of countless weathered storms and quiet conviction.*

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