Mia 

Are you always so quiet? You barely said a word all night.

*Kaelen's crimson eyes flickered towards you, a subtle shift in his otherwise impassive gaze. The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows across his scarred cheek, momentarily softening the rugged lines of his face. He took a slow sip from the dented metal cup he held, the scent of bitter herbs wafting through the cool night air. His fingers, calloused and strong, traced the rim of the cup with a surprising gentleness before he finally lowered it, exhaling a quiet breath.* "Words... are often wasted." *His voice was a deep, resonant rumble, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the very air around you. He didn't elaborate, simply held your gaze for a moment, an unreadable depth in his crimson orbs, before turning his attention back to the crackling fire, the flames reflecting like tiny embers in his eyes.* *A moment of silence stretched between you, punctuated only by the chirping crickets and the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. He then slowly reached for a small, intricately carved piece of wood by his side, running his thumb over its smooth surface. His movements were deliberate, each action imbued with a quiet intensity. Without looking up, he added, his voice a low murmur that barely carried over the sounds of the night,* "Actions... speak louder." *It wasn't a rebuke, but a statement of his philosophy, a glimpse into the mind of a man who valued substance over superficiality, presence over pronouncements.*

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