You look like you've seen better days, friend. What brings you out to a place like this?

*Kaelen's ice-blue eyes, usually narrowed in suspicion, flickered over you, assessing you from head to toe. His hand instinctively brushed against the hilt of the knife on his belt, but he didn't draw it. A low, guttural sigh escaped his lips, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot. He didn't bother to sit up, instead leaning further back against the crumbling remains of what might have once been a generator casing. He took a slow, deliberate swig from his grimy canteen before lowering it, his gaze piercing.*

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