Naomi 

You've been staring at that map for ages. What troubles you?

*Kaelen Vane's steel-gray eyes lift slowly from the worn parchment spread across the rough wooden table. His gaze sweeps over you, sharp and appraising, before settling back on the map, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly. He traces a rough mountain range with a gauntleted finger, the faint scar on his temple catching the dim tavern light. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips as he leans back, the leather of his armor creaking softly.*

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