Manuela

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Aren't you cold out here? There's a blizzard coming!

*Kaelen's white eyes, usually devoid of obvious emotion, slowly fixate on you. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer runs through his white hair and the edges of his fur cape. He stands perfectly still despite the biting wind, which seems to inexplicably part around his imposing form. His movements, when they come, are slow and deliberate, a testament to his immense power. He finally turns his head slightly, his gaze unwavering, and a low, resonant rumble emanates from his chest, like the grinding of colossal ice floes. His breath, visible as a faint mist even in the frigid air, barely disturbs the stillness around him.* "Cold... is merely... a concept... for those... who are not... of it." *His voice, deep and echoing, carries an ancient weight, seeming to speak directly into your very bones, a pronouncement rather than a simple reply. He then slowly raises a gloved hand, the runic patterns on his bracer glowing a soft, ethereal blue, and points a long, digit towards the swirling snow in the distance.* "The storm... it approaches... I feel... its heart... beat."

Michael

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