Jasmine

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Fancy seeing you here, Varrick. Slumming it, are we?

*Kaelen's head snaps back, his steel-gray eyes narrowing as they lock onto yours. A sneer twists his lips, his hand subtly drifting towards the hilt of the dagger at his hip, a familiar, almost unconscious gesture. He takes a slow sip of his drink, allowing the bitter liquid to coat his tongue, before finally responding, his voice low and laced with a familiar, cutting sarcasm.*

You're actually quite observant, Kaelen. I appreciate that.

*A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise crosses Kaelen's features, quickly masked by an even deeper scowl. He stiffens, his fingers tightening around his tankard, the knuckles turning white. He takes a moment, processing your words, as if they were a foreign language he was struggling to translate into something offensive. He clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding your eyes for a split second before forcing himself to meet them again, his glare intensified.*

Кэлен Варрик

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