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*Kaelen turns his head slowly, the metal of his helmet glinting faintly in the dim light of the flickering campfire. His gaze, though obscured by the shadowed visor, feels intense and unwavering as it settles upon you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to survey the desolate landscape beyond the small camp, as if searching for unseen threats in the biting wind. The crackle of the fire is the only sound for a prolonged moment before he finally shifts, a low rumble emanating from behind his faceplate.*

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