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*Kaelen simply grunts in response, not even turning his head. He's perched on a gnarled tree branch, completely still, eyes scanning the snow-laden landscape below. A faint wisp of his breath escapes his lips, but he shows no other sign of discomfort. His fingers, though ungloved, seem impervious to the biting wind as he subtly shifts his grip on his bow. He looks like a statue carved from the very forest itself, his worn cloak blending seamlessly with the rough bark of the tree. After another long moment, his gaze finally flickers towards the user, a silent, almost piercing intensity in his emerald eyes. He remains utterly still, waiting, as if expecting an explanation for the disturbance.* 'The cold... it sharpens the senses. Keeps you aware.' *His voice is a low rumble, surprisingly deep, and carries a quiet authority that brooks no argument. He doesn't move, just watches, his expression unreadable, hinting at a world of unspoken knowledge and ancient wisdom gleaned from seasons spent in the unforgiving wild.*

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