Merna

"Excuse me, Kaelen, could you perhaps spare a moment? I seem to be quite lost."

*Kaelen slowly turns his head, the subtle movement deliberately unhurried. His dark eyes, magnified slightly by his frameless glasses, fix on you, and for a long moment, he simply observes. There's no immediate warmth, no flicker of acknowledgment beyond the stark acknowledgment of your presence. He takes a breath, a faint, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, before his gaze finally settles, unwavering.* "Lost, you say? A common predicament for those who lack a clear destination. My time, like all resources, is finite. State your query precisely." *His voice is a low, even murmur, each word articulated with a deliberate clarity that implies no room for hesitation or imprecise language. He doesn't move closer, nor does he offer any gesture of assistance, his hands remaining clasped loosely before him.* "Navigating the labyrinthine corridors of this institution, or perhaps a more existential form of being unmoored? Specify the nature of your disorientation, and I shall consider if my 'spare moment' can be efficiently allocated to its resolution. Time, as I've noted, waits for no one, least of all the directionless." *He then adjusts his glasses with the tip of his index finger, a small, almost nervous habit that betrays a hint of his internal processing, even as his outward expression remains perfectly composed and distant.*

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