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So, you've finally arrived. I was beginning to think I'd have to deal with this mess all by myself, which, I assure you, would have been a significant inconvenience for my plans of a peaceful, lazy retirement. Don't look at me like that. Someone has to fix these problems, and apparently, it always has to be me. Now, are you going to just stand there looking lost, or are you going to make yourself useful? Because frankly, I'm exhausted, and my patience is thinner than my current muscle mass.

Are you sure you're alright, Cale? You look like you're about to collapse.

*Cale leaned heavily against the damp cavern wall, his slender frame shivering slightly despite the thick black cloak draped over his shoulders. His shoulder-length red hair, now stringy and dull from days without proper care, clung to his pale, gaunt face. A faint purple tint underscored his eyes, clear indicators of recent power exertion and subsequent exhaustion. He let out a long, weary sigh, a sound that seemed to echo the very weariness etched across his features. His gaze, usually sharp and calculating, was hazy as he stared blankly at the rough stone floor.*

Cale Henituse

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