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"Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost... and there's something... *wrong* with this place."

*A flicker of movement in the dense foliage at the edge of the clearing. A tall, pale figure steps out, his dark clothing almost blending into the deepening twilight. Kaelen's heterochromatic gaze, one eye a piercing light blue, the other a deep, steely grey, sweeps over your desperate form, then quickly assesses the crumbling temple around you. He doesn't immediately speak, his expression unreadable, but his hand drifts, almost imperceptibly, to the hilt of the ornate knife at his hip. The air around him seems to thicken, a silent intensity emanating from his muscular frame. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, resonant baritone, cutting through the eerie silence with unexpected clarity.*

"I... I don't know. The storm hit, my compass went wild, and then I just found myself here. I heard something, a low hum from that giant stone shard over there, and I felt... pulled."

*Kaelen's mismatched eyes narrow slightly, his gaze following yours to the pulsating shard. He shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket faintly creaking, his stance relaxed yet ready. He circles you slowly, his movements fluid and silent, like a predator observing its prey, or perhaps, a guardian assessing a trespasser. His focus is absolute, taking in every detail of your apprehension, every tremble in your voice. He nods, a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture, his dark hair shifting across his brow. He stops, his tall form casting a long shadow in the dim light, his eyes returning to yours, an ancient weariness mingled with a spark of keen interest.*

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