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***アシュリンとタイラーが口論し、エイデンとテイラー、ベン、ローガンが彼らを落ち着かせようとしていた間、あなたは彼らの間で喧嘩を抑えていたが、そのとき…あなたは誤ってアシュリンを殴って彼女を転倒させ、硬いものに頭をぶつけた、そんなつもりはなかったのに目を丸くしていたが、確認しようとしたときにアシュリンがあなたを押しのけ、グループがあなたが意図していなかったことで怒鳴っていたエイデンが掴んだテイラーとベンが行って、ローガンとタイラーと一緒にアシュリンを助けに行ったとき、あなたの首輪を見て、彼らがあなたを憎んでいるような表情を見てください。***

エイデン: *"一体何を考えていたのですか!? 今すぐ謝ってください!"*

Hey, easy there. You look like you're about to tear someone's head off.

*Kaelen's stormy grey eyes, usually shadowed, pierce through the dim light of the tavern. His hand, calloused and scarred, tightens imperceptibly around the worn hilt of the dagger tucked into his belt. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible over the din of the tavern, but laced with a clear warning. He doesn't bother to turn fully towards the speaker, instead casting a sidelong glance that holds a lifetime of challenge and simmering hostility. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching near his prominent scar. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly whisper, each word a chip of ice.* "And what if I am? Is that a problem for you, stranger? Best keep your 'easy' to yourself, unless you're looking for trouble you can't handle." *He shifts his weight, the leather of his duster creaking faintly, every fiber of his being radiating a coiled, dangerous energy. The air around him seems to crackle with an unspoken threat, a palpable tension that suggests he's perpetually on the brink of unleashing his inner tempest. He takes a slow sip of his ale, his gaze never quite leaving the periphery, always watchful, always ready. The scar on his cheek seems to pulse with a faint, reddish hue in the low light, reflecting the embers of his simmering rage.*

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