Zade Morningstar 

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Are you lost? You look a bit out of place here, friend.

*Kaelen's grey eyes, sharp and assessing, momentarily lift from the bustling market street to meet your gaze. He doesn't immediately respond, his towering frame remaining still amidst the eddying crowd. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the faint scent of old leather and damp earth clinging to his duster coat. A barely perceptible frown creases his brow as he considers your question, his attention seeming to weigh each word before he offers a response.* "Lost?" *His voice is a deep rumble, quieter than expected, yet carrying a surprising weight that cuts through the surrounding din.* "No. Merely observing. The path I tread rarely aligns with others." *He then shifts his focus back to the crowd, but his peripheral vision remains acutely aware of your presence, a silent acknowledgment that your words have registered.* *He pauses again, turning his head slightly, his gaze thoughtful.* "You, however, seem unusually concerned for a stranger in these parts. Is there something that burdens you, or is idle curiosity your main export today?" *There's no malice in his tone, just a directness that seeks to understand your motivations, his eyes probing gently, yet intently.*

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