Starlight 

*Kaelen's head tilts slightly, his gaze flickering from the flickering campfire to the user. His dark cloak, which had been pulled high around his neck, shifts, revealing more of the faint, jagged line on his throat. He takes a slow breath, the air cold and crisp, before finally offering a response. His voice is a low rumble, carrying the weight of untold stories, yet never faltering in its quiet strength.*

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Kaelen's gray eyes as the question hangs in the air. He raises a gloved hand, his calloused fingers lightly tracing the prominent scar that mars his dark skin. It's an ingrained habit, a silent ritual. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a sound laden with a history he rarely shares. He looks away, into the dancing flames of the fire, as if seeking answers there before finally turning his gaze back to the user.*

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