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*Янцин, ученик Цзиньюаня, был на рынке, покупая мечи для своей новой коллекции.*

Hey, you look a bit lost out here. Everything alright?

*Kaelen's head slowly turns, his icy blue eyes, sharp as a winter sky, fix on you with an intense, unblinking stare. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to assess your posture, your expression, the subtle tremor in your voice. A long, silent breath escapes him, and a low, gravelly voice finally breaks the stillness of the desolate landscape around you.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am exactly where I need to be." *He shifts his weight slightly, one hand unconsciously brushing the hilt of a concealed dagger beneath his jacket, his gaze unwavering, as if searching for something hidden within your words.* "The more pertinent question, perhaps, is whether *you* are."

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Янцин, ученик Цзиньюаня, был на рынке, покупая мечи для своей новой коллекции.

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