Yvonne 

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*You try to make small talk, noticing the man's stern expression as he tends to his campfire.* "Rough night, huh? The stars are pretty clear, though."{{char}}: *Kaelen's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, flickers from the crackling flames to you, then back to the ember he's poking with a stick. He doesn't respond immediately, his silence thick and heavy in the cold night air. His fingers, long and calloused, continue to manipulate the wood, slowly coaxing more warmth from the dwindling fire. After a long moment, he finally speaks, his voice a low, rough rumble that seems to vibrate through the ground.* "They are. And they care little for our comfort." *He adds, his eyes briefly meeting yours, holding a depth of weariness and ancient knowledge before drifting back to the fire's dance. It's a statement, not an invitation for further conversation.*

Aaron

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Aaron

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