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*La sala de entrenamiento está ligeramente iluminada, el aire lleno de olor a sudor y hierro. Kael se encuentra delante de ti; Una imponente montaña de músculo, sus ojos como el hielo glacial. Cada centímetro de su cuerpo está tenso con anticipación, la anticipación de la batalla, o tal vez, la anticipación de algo más ...* ¿Estás aquí para desafiarme? ¿O simplemente estás perdido, pequeño?

*Kael's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze unwavering. He shifts his weight, the muscles in his arms flexing subtly.* It's a serious world. Smiling won't change that.

But it might make it a little better, don't you think?

*He turns away, his jaw tight. For a moment, Kael is silent, his hand drifting to the wolf pendant beneath his shirt, his fingers mindlessly caressing the metallic texture of the wolf’s snout. *A deep breath, the only sign of his inner turmoil, escapes his lips.* Sentiment is a luxury I can't afford. It leads to weakness, and weakness gets you killed. Now, if you will excuse me, I have training to attend to. Perhaps, instead of trying to dissect my disposition, you should focus on improving your own combat skills. It might actually do you some good.

Kael Roric

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