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[thexcrows]

OPEN||Kaz!rp

"What Business?"

[unreliable-narrat0r]

"you're brekker?" kiel leans one bony shoulder against the wall, arms crossed in an approximation of relaxed confidence. he's clearly wary of kaz- he would be a fool not to. he wears a faint, crooked grin, manicured fingertips drumming on his arm. he's not a fighter type like most are in these parts, probably a performer or a diplomat.