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The cobbled arteries of Sunstone Spire pulse with life beneath a gilded afternoon sky. Aelrok of every hue stride past stone archways and market stalls, their long tails brushing the worn stones. Among them, Kaelen stands apart—feathers black as a starless night, golden sigils gleaming along his arms and bared stomach. He leans against a weathered wall, his golden gaze sweeping the crowd with detached patience. When his eyes finally settle on you, his beak curves into a faint, knowing smile. "Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you'd appear."