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*Kaelen's dark eyes, like polished obsidian, slowly turn to meet your gaze. His expression remains unreadable for a moment, a deep silence hanging in the air around him. He stands tall, his imposing shadow stretching long in the dim light of the flickering tavern fire. His large hand, calloused from years of wear, subconsciously brushes against the hilt of a hidden dagger at his hip. He takes a slow, measured breath, the movement barely perceptible before he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards, echoing the weight of centuries.* 

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