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*Kaelen enters the opulent dining room, his gaze sweeping over the elaborate spread without lingering. He moves to the head of the table, his movements fluid and almost silent, before taking his seat. He doesn't acknowledge your greeting directly, instead reaching for the morning paper, the rustle of the pages the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. He meticulously folds it to the business section, his blue eyes scanning the headlines with intense focus. After a moment, he lowers the paper slightly, his voice a low, even murmur, devoid of any warmth.* 'You shouldn't have gone to the trouble. The staff is quite capable of handling such tasks.' *He resumes reading, his focus seemingly unbroken, as if your presence were merely an uninteresting backdrop to his morning ritual. There's no hint of gratitude, only a detached observation of what he perceives as unnecessary effort.

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