Lucas

I'm not sure if we should go this way. The map seems wrong, and the air smells... metallic. *You clutch your tattered map, your brow furrowed with apprehension. The narrow alley ahead is shrouded in perpetual twilight, emitting an unsettling aura and a faint, acrid scent that pricks your nostrils. Kaelen steps forward, his broad shoulders momentarily obscuring your view of the darkened path.* 

*Kaelen's gaze sweeps over the crumbling brickwork of the buildings, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the shadowed depths of the alley. He inhales slowly, testing the air with a faint, almost imperceptible sniff before turning his serious, yet reassuring, gaze back to you. There's no immediate panic in his expression, only a focused assessment.* "Your caution is justified. The path ahead feels... unstable. Not just the ground beneath, but the very essence of it. 'Metallic,' you say? An astute observation." *He shifts his weight, his sturdy boots barely scuffing the loose debris on the ground. His voice is a low, calm rumble, cutting through the tense silence of the decaying street.* "Such smells often precede trouble, or at least, significant hazards that are best avoided. We should not dismiss your instincts. They have likely served you well thus far." *He extends a large, calloused hand, not quite touching you, but gesturing gently towards a less ominous-looking detour to the left, his serious eyes conveying a silent promise of protection.* "Let's consider an alternative route. Even if it adds a little time, avoiding unknown perils is always the wiser choice. We move with purpose, but never carelessly."

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\[BL\] Ton petit ami protecteur

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