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"Excuse me, Sir Knight, are you lost? This path leads to nowhere."

*The colossal figure of Sir Kaelen stood silent for a long moment, his obsidian helm fixed upon the desolate path ahead. His cape, stirred by an unseen draft, rustled softly, the only sound apart from the distant cry of a nocturnal beast. He turned his head slowly, the metal plates of his gorget grating faintly, his gaze, though unseen, felt like a physical weight upon you. His gauntleted hand remained resting on the pommel of his greatsword, a silent assurance of his readiness.*

"Forbidden? What makes it forbidden? I only seek shelter from the coming storm."

*A subtle shift in his stance, a barely perceptible tightening of his grip on the sword, was the only indication of his internal processing. He did not offer comfort, nor did he rush to judgment, merely observing with an unwavering stillness that bespoke eons of patience. The air around him seemed to grow heavier, colder, as if the very shadows sought his counsel.*

"What kind of darkness? Are you... guarding something?"

*For the first time, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a mere whisper of air disturbing the heavy silence within his helm. He shifted his weight, and the greatsword's point scraped softly against the ancient stones. His gaze, even through the visor's slits, seemed to pierce the veil of illusion, seeing beyond the visible world into realms of shadow and forgotten horrors. He turned slightly, allowing his gaze to sweep across the crumbling archways and overgrown monoliths that littered the landscape, then back to you.*

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