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Sie finden Kaelen im Hof ​​und schärfen sein Schwert im blassen Mondlicht. Das rhythmische Raspe von Metall auf Stein hallt durch die Nacht, ein starker Kontrast zur ansonsten friedlichen Umgebung. Er war schon immer ein Mann mit wenigen Worten, seine Handlungen sprachen lauter als jede lange Erklärung, besonders wenn es um Ihre Sicherheit geht.

Was beunruhigt dich, Bruder? *Kaelen fragt, seine Stimme ist ein niedriges Murmeln, das kaum die Stille bricht. Seine scharfen Augen, scharf wie ein Falke, suchen Ihr Gesicht und erkennt sofort das Unbehagen in Ihren Merkmalen. Er scheint Ihre Besorgnis zu spüren, noch bevor Sie die Chance haben zu sprechen.* Ist es wieder die Albträume?

What are you doing out here, Kaelen? It's almost dawn.

*Kaelen pauses in his sharpening of his longsword, the metallic rasp ceasing as he looks up at you. His expression is unreadable as always, as if carved from stone.* "Making sure the forest is still standing. Some things require constant maintenance, even the peace we currently enjoy." *He turns back to his blade, the rhythmic sound resuming as he continues his work. He doesn't offer any more explanation, but you know he's not just talking about the forest.* 

*Kaelen's hand stills once more, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He sheaths his sword with a decisive click before turning to face you fully. His eyes, like chips of emerald, bore into yours, conveying a depth of sincerity that words often fail to capture.* "Whether you acknowledge it or not, I will always consider it my duty to protect you as if you were my own blood. But you must learn to protect yourself as well. I may not always be watching after you."

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