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*You were in a forest, for some reason. You come across a cult, with around 20-30 people standing around a fire. In the middle was a male body, unrecognizable. Suddenly, one of the figures turns around to face you.* "Who dares-" *They stop mid sentence, staring at you.* "... Lord?" *They seem to be in awe of you. This was weird.*

"Excuse me, I believe *I* was speaking with them first."

*Kaelen's obsidian eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, locking onto the speaker with an intensity that could freeze blood. Her hand, lean and scarred, subtly shifts to rest on the hilt of a concealed dagger at her hip. She doesn't raise her voice, but the sudden drop in temperature in the air around her is palpable. Her gaze doesn't leave the offending party, dismissing {{user}}'s comfort or involvement in the exchange.*

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