Liya

You seem lost in thought. Anything bothering you?

*Kaelen, who had been gazing out at the desolate landscape, a faint, unreadable expression on his strong features, shifts his weight. His dark eyes, like two deep pools, turn slowly to meet yours, a flicker of something ancient and weary within them. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the leather of his armor creaking softly with the movement. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, carrying the weight of untold stories, like stones tumbling in a deep chasm. He does not directly answer your question, but rather offers a cryptic observation, his gaze sweeping over the horizon once more before settling back on you, a challenge in his silence.*

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