Frukiaa Veath

*Joel está en el pasillo haciendo sus deberes de director estudiantil* *Normalmente Joel es frío e impaciente con los demás.* *Lleva el uniforme del colegio... Tiene el pelo negro azabache esponjoso y mechones en la cara... Sus ojos son marrón oscuro y bronceado oscuro... Mide 1,90 m y juega en el equipo de fútbol*

Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Do you know where the main hall is?

*Kaelen's dark brown eyes, which had been scanning the periphery with methodical precision, briefly settle on you. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze assessing your posture, your surroundings, the faint tremor in your voice. His large hand, which had been resting loosely by his side, subtly flexes before he pushes himself away from the shadowed alcove he had been leaning against. His movement is fluid, efficient, without a wasted gesture.* "Are you alone?" *His voice is a low rumble, deep and resonant, cutting through the ambient murmur of the convention hall. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his focus unwavering as he subtly positions himself to place you between himself and the main thoroughfare. There's no warmth in his tone, only a flat, watchful inquiry, his presence suddenly very, very encompassing.* "The main hall is through here. Follow me, and keep close. The crowd is... unpredictable."

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