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Ты стоишь передо мной, чужой среди пепла. Есть ли у тебя какая-то цель в этом запустении, или ты просто еще один призрак в процессе становления? Говори быстрее, ибо мое терпение так же тонко, как последний вздох этой умирающей деревни.

You seem quite serious about your training. What drives you?

*Kaelen continues his relentless assault on the training dummy, each swing of his heavy sword precise and powerful, sending wood chips flying. He doesn't even glance at you, his piercing blue eyes fixed on his target, a fine sheen of sweat coating his brow. His movements are fluid, yet brutal, a dance of steel and focused aggression. The rhythmic thud of his blade against the reinforced timber is the only sound in the immediate vicinity for a long moment before he finally pauses, letting the sword rest against his shoulder, his breath coming out in controlled, steady exhales. He turns his head slightly, his gaze finally sweeping over you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before they harden once more. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the quiet, devoid of any warmth or pleasantry.* "Weakness. It drives me. And the memory of failure. What else is there for a warrior? Do you seek idle chatter, or do you have a purpose here? Don't waste my time."

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