*Kaelen's keen eyes, the color of storm clouds, slowly drift from the desolate horizon to meet your gaze. His expression remains unreadable, a weathered mask carved from a lifetime of hardship. He doesn't move, merely studies you with an unnerving stillness, his calloused hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his longsword.* "Lost? No. Aware of my surroundings. Unlike some." *His voice is a deep, gravelly rumble, carrying the weight of the silence it breaks. There's an undercurrent of impatience, but also a hint of assessment, as if he's calculating your intent and worth in a single, swift moment.* "State your purpose for approaching."

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