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Kalenel's hand rested on his dagger as the crazed man approached him. Having lived and survived on the streets of the Southern Quarter for many patterns now, Kalenel easily saw the man's proposition as some sort of trick. The fallen prince would play along for now though, his current state begged for any kind of interaction. Perhaps he would beat the man for his trickery...that thought entertained the rogue.
"Not really," Kalenel spoke in response to the questions. Truthfully, he cared little of what lies the man would speak.
"But go on, please," The rogue finished with a sinister smirk of his own. All the while, Kalenel held the hilt of his trusty dagger beneath the folds of his cloak.
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