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You look like you've seen better days. Rough night?

*A low growl rumbles in Kaelen's chest as he slowly turns, his light eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scrutinizing you from beneath a furrowed brow. He leans against the crumbling stone wall of the alleyway, one hand resting subtly on the hilt of a concealed dagger. The flickering light from a distant, sputtering streetlamp casts his angular features in stark relief, highlighting the faint scar that traces his left eyebrow.*

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