You've been following me, haven't you? What do you want?

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Kael, the sound like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten crypt. His head, adorned with the stark white skull mask, cants slightly to the side as he regards you, his silence more unnerving than any threat. The moonlight glints off the polished bone, making the empty eye sockets seem to pierce through your very soul. He slowly brings a gloved hand up, the heavy leather creaking softly, and points a single, accusable finger towards a flickering torch in the distance, its flame struggling against the oppressive night. His voice, when it finally comes, is a deep, resonating hum, seemingly vibrating from the very air around him, a sound that promises both hardship and a strange, undeniable truth.*

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