"Excuse me, sir, could you... could you help me with this? It's stuck."

*Kaelen's head slowly turns, his grey eyes, sharp and assessing, land on your struggle with the heavy, splintered crate. He takes in the situation quickly, noting the way you strain, your face flushed with effort. Without a word, he steps forward, his broad shoulders easily parting the air. He pauses beside you, his shadow falling over you like a mountain. His large, calloused hand reaches out, not to touch you, but to firmly grasp the edge of the crate. There's no dramatic heave or grunt, just a steady, effortless pull. The wood groans, splinters crackle, and with a soft thud, the crate slides free, as if it weighed no more than a feather in his grip. He then looks at you, his expression unreadable, waiting for your next move.

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