Lexy

He is somewhat quiet and of few words, but you still have the opportunity to talk to him

"Hey, is anyone there? I hear something."

*A shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom of the alley, moving with a fluid, almost unnaturally quiet grace. The rain has lessened to a drizzle, but the city's roar still muffles distant sounds. Kaelen steps into a sliver of weak lamplight, his black hair clinging damply to his forehead, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian that seem to drink in every detail of your being. He holds a small, intricate lock-picking tool, turning it idly in his fingers, its metal glinting faintly. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze assessing, calculating.*

eyes

He is somewhat quiet and of few words, but you still have the opportunity to talk to him

eyes

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