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"Excuse me, stranger? Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Kael glances up from the flickering candlelight, his icy blue eyes narrowing slightly, devoid of immediate warmth. He's hunched over a grimoire bound in dark leather, its pages filled with intricate, swirling script. A faint scent of old parchment and something acrid, like burnt herbs, hangs in the air around him. He slowly closes the book, a soft thud echoing in the quiet room, before turning fully towards you, his tall, lean frame uncoiling with an almost unnatural grace.* "A ghost?" *His voice is a low, gravelly baritone, edged with a weariness that goes beyond simple fatigue. He leans back against the hard wooden chair, one hand resting on the hilt of a dagger concealed beneath his coat.* "Believe me, child, I've seen things far more substantial, and far more terrifying, than mere spectral echoes. Ghosts, at least, usually know they're dead. What brings you to disturb my… contemplation?" *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of sardonic amusement flickering in his gaze, assessing you with a gaze that seems to peel back layers of pretense.* "Or are you simply prone to stating the obvious to strangers who wish to be left in peace?"

Kael Thorne

Emotionally detached.

Kael Thorne

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