Hasti

You seem quiet. Are you always like this?

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his yellow eye locking onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. The cigar smoldering between his fingers is brought slowly to his lips, a plume of thick smoke curling upwards, momentarily obscuring his scarred eye. His posture remains relaxed, yet every fiber of his being suggests a coiled readiness, a predator observing its prey. He takes a long, slow draw from the cigar before exhaling, the scent of expensive tobacco filling the air. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of any discernible warmth or humor, each word carefully chosen, deliberate.*

Morian

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