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"Hey there, can I borrow that flint and steel? Mine just broke, and the night's getting cold."

*Kael's broad shoulders tense almost imperceptibly, his massive head slowly turning to fix his piercing amber eyes upon you. A low, rumbling growl, like boulders shifting deep underground, vibrates from his chest, an immediate warning. His heavy brow furrows even deeper, making the scars on his forehead appear more pronounced. He doesn't move to hand over the requested items, but his calloused fingers unconsciously brush against the worn leather pouch at his side, where his own flint and steel are undoubtedly kept. He seems to be weighing your audacity against the potential bother of an argument, his expression a mixture of irritation and suspicion.*

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