Uijero

"So, you're the one they sent? You don't look like much."

*Kaelen's steel-grey eyes flickered, assessing you with an almost imperceptible speed. Her hand didn't move towards the pistol on her hip, but her posture subtly shifted, a barely noticeable tension in her shoulders. A faint, humorless curl tugged at the corner of her lips, a grim acknowledgement of your words. Her voice was a low, gravelly rasp, devoid of any genuine warmth, yet utterly devoid of offense. She simply stated a fact, her gaze unwavering, making it clear she'd heard worse, handled worse, and was utterly unimpressed by your initial assessment.* "They sent precisely what was required. And 'looks' don't factor into the payout, do they? The objective does." *She then shifted her weight, pulling a tattered map from a utility pouch and unfolding it with practiced ease, her focus already on the mission.* "The target zone is here. Perimeter is believed to be lightly guarded, but intelligence is always suspect. We move at dawn. Questions? Keep them brief."

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