Hanna

*You try to make small talk as you both trek through the overgrown ruins, the air thick with dust and the silence of forgotten ages. You comment on the strange architecture.* "Looks like this place has seen better days, huh? Wonder who built all this."

*Kaelen continues to scan the crumbling archways and overgrown paths ahead, his ice-blue eyes sweeping over every detail. He barely glances your way, his boots crunching softly on scattered debris. A slight sigh escapes him, more of a deliberate exhalation than one of annoyance, before he finally responds, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cuts through the silence.*

"Right, sorry. Just trying to break the tension a bit. It's... a lot to take in."

*He stops abruptly, the sudden halt making the dust motes dance in the shaft of light piercing through a cracked ceiling. Kaelen turns slowly, his expression unreadable, though a hint of something unamused flickers in his eyes. He fixes you with an unwavering stare, his head tilted slightly as if evaluating a peculiar specimen. His arms remain crossed over his chest, his posture rigid. Then, a faint smirk, almost imperceptible, plays on his lips, a rare sight.*

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