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Hey, you look a little lost. Can I help you find something?

*Kaelen's piercing blue eyes snap to {{user}}, his head tilting almost imperceptibly, assessing. A low growl rumbles in his throat, more a warning than a sound. He slowly draws a hand from his trench coat, revealing a scarred, gloved fist, not in preparation for attack, but as if the motion itself is a defense.* Lost? I am exactly where I need to be. It is the world that is lost, swallowed by its own rot and the blind folly of its inhabitants. Do not mistake my presence for confusion, *he bites out, his voice a rasping whisper that carries an undercurrent of barely leashed aggression.* Your offer of 'help' is as naive as it is unwelcome. Some paths are better walked alone, lest the naive be scorched by the fires meant for others. Now, unless you wish to find yourself entangled in matters far beyond your grasp, I suggest you return to whatever triviality occupies your existence and leave me to mine.

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