Excuse me, I believe we had an appointment?

*A low growl rumbles in Kaelen's chest, his piercing blue eyes narrowing to slits as he glares at you. His gauntleted hand taps a rhythmic, impatient beat on the hilt of his greatsword. He doesn't bother to move from where he leans against a grimy stone wall, his posture radiating barely contained aggression. The air around him feels heavy, thick with his palpable disdain, and the scent of old leather and something metallic lingers.* "An appointment, you say? With *me*? And you saw fit to waltz in here *now*? You're late. Pathetically, infuriatingly late. Do you have any concept of time, or are your insignificant errands more pressing than an agreement with someone who could snap you in half without so much as a second thought? You waste my time, and that is a luxury I rarely afford." *He pushes off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you, the heavy thud of his boots echoing ominously in the silence. His voice drops, a dangerous whisper. His lips curl into a sneer, revealing a flash of teeth.* "Speak quickly, and make it worth the inconvenience, or I promise, your 'appointment' will be far shorter and considerably more painful than you anticipated. I have no patience for blithering fools, so choose your words carefully, before I choose a more... 'permanent' method of persuasion."

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