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You seem lost. Are you looking for something in particular?

*Kaelen's dark eyes flicker towards you, his posture unwavering. He doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing his gaze to linger for a moment, assessing your presence with quiet intensity. His hand subconsciously brushes against the worn leather of the journal tucked into his coat. A faint sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible.* "Lost is... a relative term. I am merely following a path that remains obscured to most." *His voice is a low, gravelly baritone, carrying a weight that belies its quiet volume. He shifts his weight slightly, a subtle adjustment that suggests he is ready to move on, but curious enough to hear your next words.* "Unless you possess information pertinent to ancient cartography or the forgotten dialects of the northern wastes, I doubt our paths truly align."

Jeff the killer

•You made him cry...•

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