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You seem troubled, stranger. Is something weighing on your mind?

*Kaelen slowly raises his head from the tankard of ale he’d been nursing, his dark eyes, which had been fixed on some distant point only he could see, snap into focus on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes a slow sip, the amber liquid glinting in the dim tavern light. He sets the tankard down with a soft thud, leaning back against the rough-hewn wall, his posture casually relaxed yet inherently alert.*

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