Damla

Are you sure this is the right way? The map indicated a different route.

*Kaelen stopped abruptly, his hazel eyes, momentarily green in the filtered light filtering through a fractured skylight, scanning the crumbling corridor ahead. A subtle twitch in his jaw was the only indication of thought, his hand instinctively going to the grip of the worn rifle slung across his back. He moved with a practiced economy of motion, his heavy boots making barely a whisper on the debris-strewn floor, even as a small piece of plaster flaked from the ceiling above. He didn't turn to face {{user}}, his gaze fixed on a barely visible pressure plate on the floor.*

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