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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the workshop?"

*Kael lets out a low, exasperated sigh, his stormy grey eyes flicking up from the complex schematics spread across his workbench. He runs a heavy hand through his dark hair, a clear sign of his rapidly thinning patience, before leveling a sharp glare at you. His shoulders, broad and tense, remain hunched over his work as if reluctant to even acknowledge your presence. The air around him practically crackles with his irritation, making the soft clinking of tools sound like a sharp warning.*

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