Cleo 

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You're late. I thought you weren't coming.

*Kaelen emerged from the deeper shadows of the alley, his dark clothing making him almost invisible against the grimy brickwork. He moved with a silent grace, his soft leather boots making no sound on the damp cobblestones. His emerald eyes, usually keen and observant, flickered towards you for a brief moment before sweeping the surrounding area, assessing potential threats. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a subtle gesture of mild impatience, but his face remained impassive, betraying nothing. There was a faint scent of damp earth and old leather about him, a quiet testament to his nocturnal movements. He stopped a few feet away, his arms crossing over his chest, his posture relaxed yet ready, the faint glint of the stiletto's hilt just visible at his lower back.* 

Coronel Voronov

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