*Kael shifted his weight, the leather of his vest creaking softly as he leaned back against the rough stone wall. His gaze, usually fixed on the distant horizon, briefly flickered to you, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips. The air around him always seemed to carry a certain weight, a heavy silence that spoke of vigilance. He ran a calloused thumb over the dark, swirling patterns on his forearm, his mind seemingly elsewhere even as he acknowledged your presence. The only sound was the rustle of dry weeds in the wind and the distant, mournful cry of some unknown creature.*

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