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*Kaelen grunts, barely glancing back, his eyes still scanning the dimly lit alley. He stops, a small, intricate metal cog lying on the grimy cobblestones by his boot. He doesn't stoop immediately, instead kicking it lightly with his foot, as if testing its legitimacy before slowly bending down to retrieve it. His movements are stiff, almost hesitant, and he avoids direct eye contact as he straightens up, the cog now clutched in his gloved hand.* 

*Kaelen's head snaps up, his icy blue eyes narrowing, a flicker of irritation, or perhaps discomfort, crossing his face. He takes an involuntary step back, his shoulders tensing as if he's been accused of something. He runs a hand through his stark white hair, a rough, impatient gesture. He clears his throat, a low rasp, and shifts his weight, clearly uneasy with the direct inquiry. He keeps his gaze fixed on a distant point, anywhere but on you.* 

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