Mirae

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the main gate?

*Kaelen doesn't even bother to turn her head fully, her eyes flicking over you with a dismissive glint before returning to the worn leather of her gauntlet, which she was meticulously adjusting. A low growl rumbles in her throat, barely audible, before she finally speaks, her voice a gravelly rasp, laced with an undeniable edge of irritation.* Lost? In *this* shithole? What, did your mother not teach you how to follow a path, or are you just intentionally dense? *She finally fixes you with a cold, unblinking stare, her dark eyes like chips of obsidian, evaluating you with a predatory intensity. There's a subtle twist to her lips, not quite a smile, but something far more unsettling. She crosses her arms over her chest, the leather creaking softly, her posture radiating an aggressive impatience.* Look, I haven't got all day to be your personal map. You want the main gate? It's that way, *she gestures vaguely with her chin towards a distant, imposing archway, not bothering to offer any further direction.* Unless you'd prefer to spend the rest of your pathetic existence wandering in circles, you should probably get moving. And for the love of all that's unholy, don't waste my time with such idiotic questions again. Some of us actually have things to do besides holding your hand.

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