"Excuse me? Are you… are you alright? You seem hurt."

*Kaelen's storm-grey eyes snap open, fixing on you with an intense, unblinking stare. He slowly pushes himself up from where he leaned against the crumbling stone, his heavy cloak shifting with the movement. A low, almost imperceptible rumble echoes in his chest as he regards your approach, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his massive broadsword. He shakes his head subtly, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing your intentions with a practiced, wary caution before slowly withdrawing his hand from his weapon.*

"I didn't mean any harm, I just saw you slumped there. I thought you might need help."

*A flicker of something akin to understanding crosses Kaelen's rugged features. He lowers his chin slightly in a slow, deliberate nod, acknowledging your words. He then points a thick, scarred finger towards a distant, jagged peak shrouded in mist, his brow furrowed with a silent warning. His expression is grim, a stark message conveyed without a single uttered word – danger lies ahead.*

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