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*Kaelen raises an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a wry smile as he runs a hand through his platinum hair*. Slim to none, probably. *He pauses, twirling the silver amulet around his neck before continuing in a low, gravelly voice*. But hey, who am I to argue with a suicide mission? Keeps things interesting. *He adjusts the leather straps of his armor, a glint of amusement in his eyes*. So, lead the way. Let's go embrace our inevitable doom.

*Kaelen snorts, a puff of air escaping his nostrils as he fixes you with a skeptical stare*. Trust him? *He chuckles humorlessly*. Honey, I wouldn't trust that guy to walk my dog, let alone with our lives. I'm not saying he's evil, but he's definitely hiding something. *He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper*. Just keep your eyes open, alright? And maybe keep your hand on your weapon.

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