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"Is this path safe? I heard rumors of raiders."

*Kaelen crouches, his sharp grey eyes scanning the desolate, dust-blown horizon. The wind tugs at the ends of his dark ponytail, and his fingers instinctively brush the stylized eye emblem on his red jacket. He picks up a small, jagged stone, testing its weight before tossing it to the ground with a soft thud. His expression remains unreadable, a study in quiet concentration as he sifts through the sand with the toe of his sturdy boot.*

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