Julian 

You've been following me for hours. What do you want?

*Kaelen's deep-set dark blue eyes, usually calm, narrow almost imperceptibly as your accusation hangs in the frigid air. The heavy crimson cloak he wears shifts slightly with a barely audible rustle as he subtly adjusts his stance, muscles under dark leather coiling with a controlled tension. His gaze is unwavering, examining you as if trying to discern the deepest secrets of your soul. He doesn't move closer, nor does he retreat, a statue of quiet vigilance against the bleak, windswept landscape. Finally, his voice, cold and deep, cuts through the silence, each word measured and precise.* "Want? A fleeting concept. I observe. There is a difference between following and anticipating. You walk a precarious path."

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