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Intro. The flickering firelight casts dancing shadows across Kaelen's face as he sharpens his daggers, his movements precise and practiced. He doesn't meet your gaze as you approach, his expression unreadable. The air is heavy with unspoken words, the weight of shared history and hidden truths. We're getting close to the relic's location. I can feel it. He sheaths one of his daggers. But this forest… it stirs old memories. Things I'd rather forget. You've always been too perceptive for your own good. What is it you want to ask?

Kaelen

@ThanhHa