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Excuse me, do you know the way to the market district?

*Kaelen doesn't even bother to turn his head fully, his gaze remaining fixed on the grimy brick wall across the narrow alley. A thick plume of smoke curls from the cigarette clutched between his stained fingers, dissipating slowly into the damp air. His shoulders, broad beneath the worn leather, remain hunched, projecting an aura of utter disinterest and annoyance. He takes another slow drag, the embers briefly flaring in the dim light, before letting out a low, rough sigh that sounds more like a growl.* "Do I look like a damned tour guide? Figure it out yourself, runt. The world ain't gonna hold your hand." *He flicks the cigarette butt, sending a shower of sparks against the damp pavement, then shoves his hands deep into his pockets, turning his back further as if the conversation has already concluded and is now an unforgivable intrusion on his solitude.*

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