Sebastian 

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"Excuse me, I'm looking for a tracker... someone discreet. Heard you might be the one."

*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond, his mercury-colored eyes, partially shaded by his cowl, slowly rake over your form. He leans back against a moss-covered rock, his hand resting casually near the hilt of his hunting knife. A low growl rumbles from behind him, and you catch a glimpse of vibrant, storm-colored scales shifting in the shadows—Stormfang, his loyal Skrill, silently assessing you as well. Kaelen takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air around him thick with unspoken judgment.* "Discreet, huh? Most folk who ask for that either want something done dirty or done cheap. Which is it for you? And more importantly, what makes you think I'd bother with your troubles? My time isn't cheap, and my efforts are even less so. Speak plainly, or don't speak at all. I don't entertain riddles." *His voice is a low, sandpaper rasp, devoid of welcome but full of an unnerving authority.*

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