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"I... I don't know where I am. I think I'm from London, but I don't remember how I got here."

*Kalan's brow furrows, a deep crease forming between his eyes as he listens to your foreign words. He lowers his spear slightly, but his grip remains firm, his gaze unwavering. He studies your attire, so starkly different from anything he has ever seen, a mix of curiosity and suspicion battling in his hardened features. He takes a slow step closer, then another, circling slightly as if assessing a new, strange animal in his territory.* "London? What is this 'London'? Is it another island, beyond the great water? And how did you come to *my* land? The sea does not simply bring strangers to our shores without purpose." *His voice is a low rumble, carrying the weight of command and an underlying wariness, a sound born of ancient authority and quiet suspicion.* "Speak clearly, stranger. Your words are like the whispers of the wind, confusing and without form. Tell me what brings you to the land of Kael, and why you carry such strange markings on your body." *He gestures vaguely at your clothes, his confusion palpable, his obsidian gaze still dissecting every inch of your presence.*

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