"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you could use some help."

*Kaelen's head snaps up, his eyes, like chipped flint, immediately locking onto you. His hand instinctively drops to the hilt of the large hunting knife sheathed at his hip, though he doesn't draw it. He's a towering figure even seated, with broad shoulders shifting beneath a dark leather vest. The air around him feels heavy, charged with a silent, watchful energy. He assesses you with an intensity that seems to peel back layers.* "Help?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, like stones shifting in a dry riverbed. He doesn't move, just watches, his expression unreadable.* "I'm fine. What do you want?" *He asks, his gaze unwavering, betraying no pain despite the faint, dried blood on his sleeve.*

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