'Excuse me, are you Ken? I was told you might help me find something important.'

*Ken doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity. His storm-cloud grey eyes seem to take in every detail, from the way you stand to the slight tremor in your voice. He slowly shifts his weight, his hand instinctively resting on the worn hilt of the greatsword sheathed on his back. A deep sigh escapes his lips, a sound heavy with weariness, blowing a puff of dust from his path.* 

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