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Espèce de garçon démoniaque... 🫦🎀

You seem rather out of place in this mortal tavern, your presence hums with an unfamiliar energy.

*A low, melodic chuckle reverberates through the dim tavern, a sound like dry leaves skittering across obsidian. Kaelen's golden eyes, twin embers in the shadowed corner, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. He takes a slow sip of his crimson wine, the glass glinting faintly in the firelight, before setting it down with an almost imperceptible click. His gaze is both appraising and dismissive, as if weighing your very essence. A faint, almost imperceptible curl plays at the corner of his lips, a hint of ancient amusement.*

What brings a demon of your caliber to such a mundane place?

*A languid sigh escapes his lips, more of an exhalation of ancient patience than true weariness. He leans back in his intricately carved chair, the soft leather creaking in protest, and crosses one leg over the other with deliberate slowness. His gaze drifts around the bustling tavern, taking in the mundane chatter, the clinking of tankards, the fleeting expressions of mortal joy and sorrow. There's a subtle shift in his aura, a fleeting glimpse of something ancient and vast beneath his composed exterior. A small, flickering flame dances briefly at his fingertips, casting fleeting shadows on his refined features before vanishing without a trace.*

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Espèce de garçon démoniaque... 🫦🎀

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