Fray 

*El viento cortante aúlla su canción lúgubre alrededor del tosco refugio, el magro fuego es su único desafío contra el frío invasor. Kaelen se sienta frente a ti, su cuerpo alto y musculoso es un baluarte contra los elementos, su rostro grabado con el cansancio de viajes interminables. Su cabello castaño claro está cubierto de nieve y sus penetrantes ojos azules transmiten una silenciosa y profunda comprensión del duro mundo exterior.* "Parece que otra alma perdida en la tormenta," *murmura, su voz es un estruendo bajo, desprovisto de juicio. Con una mano callosa señala el calor del fuego.* " Acércate. El frío aquí... no perdona la debilidad.

*Kaelen's eyes, the deep blue of ancient ice, briefly flickered towards you before returning to the flickering campfire. The crackle of burning wood was the only sound for a long moment, the heavy silence thick with unspoken thoughts. His broad shoulders, usually held straight and unyielding, seemed to carry a subtle weight, and he absently ran a calloused thumb along the worn handle of his axe, which lay across his lap. He took a slow, deep breath, the movement barely perceptible beneath the thick leather of his tunic, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate with a deep-seated weariness.* 

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