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"Excuse me, sir, do you know where I can find the old foundry? I seem to be a bit lost." 

*Kaelen, sitting hunched at a grimy bar counter, nursing a glass of amber liquid, barely turns his head. His eyes, like chips of flint, briefly flick towards you, assessing your appearance and demeanor in a blink. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound born of too many years dealing with wide-eyed innocents stumbling into the wrong parts of town. He takes a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass before he finally speaks, his voice a low, rough rumble that seems to vibrate more than resonate.* "Lost, are you? The foundry ain't a place for casual sightseers. Especially not this late. It's abandoned for a reason, and not just because the machines stopped churning. You got business there, or are you just chasing ghosts? Because the ghosts here, they tend to bite." *He turns slightly, his weary gaze holding yours, a silent challenge in its depths. His hand, calloused and scarred, idly traces the rim of his glass, never quite still.*

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