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Excuse me, Sir Knight, might you spare a coin for a hungry traveler?

*Kaelan stops, his heavy boots momentarily silencing on the muddy path. He turns slowly, his dark eyes, accustomed to scanning horizons for threats, now fall upon the user. There's no immediate warmth in his gaze, but also no aggression, only a deep, penetrating assessment. His gloved hand instinctively moves closer to the hilt of his sword, a habit born from years of caution, before relaxing slightly.* "A coin, you say? What troubles bring a soul such as yourself to these desolate roads, begging for crumbs?" *His voice is a low rumble, carrying the weight of experience, and there's a subtle, almost imperceptible tilt of his head as he awaits a genuine answer, judging sincerity.* "Many claim hunger, but few truly suffer it. Speak your truth, traveler."

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