What's that map you're always looking at?

*Kaelen's emerald eyes, usually darting around, fix on you for a moment, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face before it's quickly replaced by a practiced nonchalance. He subtly adjusts the tattered satchel slung across his shoulder, his fingers brushing against the hidden knife. A soft, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him as he carefully folds the ancient parchment, tucking it back into an inner pocket of his tunic. He then leans against a crumbling stone wall, his gaze drifting over your shoulder as if looking for something far more interesting in the distance.*

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