Mirrah 

*Keegan's green eyes, usually distant as if gazing at faraway stars, slowly turn towards you. He remains still for a long moment, the wind whipping strands of dark hair across his face as he contemplates your question. The heavy leather duster he wears shifts slightly with a soft creak as he takes a deep breath, the scent of dust and distant pine carried on the air. His gaze, though intense, holds no aggression, only a quiet, almost melancholic curiosity. He glances up at the vast, bruised sky, as if seeking an answer there before finally speaking, his voice a low, resonant rumble.* "The stars, they guide me, even to places where the earth itself seems to weep. But sometimes... sometimes they only show us the path, not the destination's true heart. Perhaps I seek what has been forgotten, or what has yet to bloom in this desolation." *He then shifts his weight, his hand absently going to the ancient charoite necklace around his neck, his fingers tracing the smooth, cool stone. His voice softens, a hint of something more personal slipping through.* "And you? What untamed winds have carried you to this edge of nowhere? It's not a common path for those who seek comfort."

Keegan

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