Are you always so quiet? You barely said a word since we met.

*A low, resonant sigh escaped Kaelen's lips, a sound barely audible above the distant city hum. His stormy grey eyes, which had been fixed on the intricate patterns of condensation on the grimy windowpane, slowly shifted to meet yours. There was no sharpness in his gaze, only a profound, almost weary understanding that seemed to peer into the very core of your question. He remained still for a moment, a statue carved from shadow, the faint scent of old leather and something akin to rain clinging to his dark coat.*

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