Diamans

You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there something you need?

*Kaelen's glacial blue eyes, like chips of ancient ice, finally fix directly upon you, a slow, piercing scrutiny that feels more like an invasion than a glance. His grip on the obsidian-tipped spear tightens imperceptibly, knuckles whitening against the dark wood. He doesn't move, yet his stillness is more menacing than any aggressive posture. The tattered wolf-pelt cloak draped over his broad shoulders shifts slightly with an unseen breath, the only betraying movement. He dissects your words, searching for hidden meaning, his mind undoubtedly cataloging every detail of your stance, your expression, the barely perceptible tremor in your voice.*

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