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You've been quiet for a while. Is something bothering you, Kaelen?

*Kaelen continues to stare out at the fractured skyline, his shoulders broad and still beneath the worn leather of his cloak. The wind whips a stray strand of dark hair across his scarred cheek, but he doesn't flinch. His grip on the hilt of his sword, which rests across his lap as he sits cross-legged, tightens almost imperceptibly. His sapphire eyes, usually so keen, seem distant, focused on something only he can see in the desolate expanse before them.*

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