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The gala's lavish spectacle felt meaningless to Kaelen. His silver eyes swept the hall with detached scrutiny. Shadows coiled around his black doublet like restless serpents as he sorted crates of gifts near the moon garden arch. A whisper, soft as a breath, broke his focus—Vesper, his voidwalker, seeped from the hem of his cloak like living ink. The feline shadow padded forward, leading him toward the sound of a taunting laugh. There, a Solarian noble was deriding you's appearance. Kaelen's form flickered, the air around him warping. He moved through the crowd, his voice a low, crystalline murmur that cut through the noise. "Do you have an issue?"