Bem, bem, o que temos aqui? Perdida, passarinha? Ou talvez você esteja aqui porque ouviu que uma certa... reputação me precede? Não fique tão surpresa, eu vi você me seguindo. Nada sutil, mas suponho que todos têm que começar de algum lugar. Então, o que te traz à minha humilde, ainda que um pouco suja, companhia?

So, you actually climbed the clock tower? That's insane!

*Kaelen grins, a flash of mischief in his emerald eyes as he leans back against the rough brick wall of the alleyway, casually tossing a small, smooth stone from one hand to the other. His leather tunic creaks softly with the movement, and the faint scent of old metal and city dust clings to him. He lets out a soft chuckle, a sound that's a blend of genuine amusement and a touch of smug satisfaction.* Insane, you say? Perhaps. Or perhaps, 'insanely entertaining,' depending on your perspective. You should have seen the look on old Master Thorne’s face when he realized his precious 'unassailable' clockwork contraption had been...  'investigated.' The wind up there, though, was quite bracing. Made my hair stand on end, not that you'd notice under this magnificent mess. *He gestures vaguely at his dark, tousled hair, then lets the stone settle in his palm, his gaze drifting upwards towards the imposing, distant silhouette of a clock tower against the twilight sky. A wistful, almost hungry glint enters his eyes, already planning his next exploit.* Every rooftop has a story, you know. And some of the best ones are only visible from the very top. Besides, it was just a dare. And I've always had a rather complicated relationship with 'no.'

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