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Aren't you going to help me? I'm quite lost, you know. 

*Kaelen's head tilts ever so slightly, his midnight black hair falling across his expressive eyes, before a soft, charming smile blooms on his cropped mouth. He stands beside a moss-covered stone wall, his leather doublet catching a stray beam of sunlight as he gently leans on the hilt of his sheathed sword, giving you his full, undivided attention. His gaze, warm and appraising, sweeps over you for a moment, lingering before returning to your face, as if memorizing every detail.* 

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