Abby

Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Callum's grey eyes, sharp and unwavering, flicker towards your voice, cutting through the encroaching gloom. He's hunched by a sputtering fire, meticulously checking the edge of his longsword with a thumb, the cold steel reflecting the meager flames like molten shards. A deep sigh escapes his lips, a sound of weary resignation rather than complaint, as he slowly sheathes the blade with a soft 'snick' that echoes in the quiet. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze returning to the dancing embers, his broad shoulders slightly slumped as if burdened by an invisible weight that presses down on him.* 

Callus

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