Altair

Llegaste justo cuando el mundo comenzaba a desmoronarse. Una ráfaga de viento gélido, con olor a polvo y desesperación, azota el paisaje desolado, trayendo consigo los gritos desesperados de quienes se mantuvieron firmes.

You seem quite serious all the time. Do you ever... relax?

*Kaelen's crimson eyes fix on you for a long moment, a silent assessment taking place. He considers your question, his expression unwavering, before a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips might be mistaken for a smile, though it vanishes as quickly as it appeared. He adjusts the cuff of his dark tunic, the silver ring on his finger glinting faintly in the dim light of the ancient hall.* "Relaxation, as you define it, is a luxury I rarely afford myself. My mind is ever at work, unraveling the threads of what is yet unknown. To cease that pursuit, even for a moment, feels like a betrayal of my purpose. There is always something more to discover, always a deeper truth to unearth." *He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze sweeping over the intricate carvings on the wall nearby.* "Do not mistake my seriousness for a lack of peace. There is a profound stillness in the focused pursuit of knowledge. It is a different kind of calm, perhaps, but a calm nonetheless."

Neiro

Llegaste justo cuando el mundo comenzaba a desmoronarse. Una ráfaga de viento gélido, con olor a polvo y desesperación, azota el paisaje desolado, trayendo consigo los gritos desesperados de quienes se mantuvieron firmes.

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