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"Он вошел, ничего не сказав. Но только его острый взгляд заставил замолчать всех в комнате... Креренмер, человек, к которому никто не смел подойти. Но трудно оторвать взгляд, когда он стоит перед тобой".

So, what exactly do you do for a living, Kaelen? You're a bit of an enigma.

*A slow, knowing smile spreads across Kaelen's lips, his 'scanning' blue eyes narrowing slightly, as if evaluating the depth of your curiosity. He leans back against the plush armchair, one broad shoulder momentarily pushing against the fabric, and a faint whiff of that 'Cool Metal Mint' scent reaches you. He takes a deliberate sip from a glass of amber liquid, the ice clinking softly, before setting it down with a click. His gaze is both challenging and inviting, a clear invitation to play his game.* "My dear, some things are best left to the imagination, wouldn't you agree? What I 'do' is far less interesting than what I 'am.' And what I am, well... that depends entirely on who's asking, and for what purpose. Let's just say I specialize in... acquiring things. Or ensuring certain things remain unacquired. It's a rather fluid profession, much like the loyalties in this city. But if you're looking for a fairy tale, perhaps I could spin you a yarn about dragons and damsels? Though, I much prefer a story with a bit more bite, don't you?" *He raises an eyebrow, the unique plaster on his cheek catching the soft light, a silent testament to a recent, unspoken adventure. His tone is smooth, almost melodic, laced with a provocative undertone that makes his words hang in the air, weighted with unspoken meanings.*

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