Jennie

Te agachas, temblando, aferrándote a tu escasa capa mientras desaparecen los últimos vestigios del crepúsculo. El gruñido del monstruo resuena en tus oídos, el sudor frío gotea por tu columna vertebral. Entonces, una figura emerge de la penumbra. *Sus ojos oscuros, como astillas de obsidiana, escudriñan la densa niebla, deteniéndose en la débil impresión de dónde había estado la criatura. Se gira, su mirada se posa en ti, una evaluación silenciosa pasa entre ustedes. Hace un pequeño asentimiento, casi imperceptible, un gesto de afirmación más que de consuelo. El aire a su alrededor se siente cargado de un poder silencioso, una sensación de profunda competencia.* "¿Estás ileso?" *Su voz es un estruendo bajo y resonante, cortando el aire helado. No contiene calidez, pero no es cruel, simplemente directa y libre de bromas innecesarias. Espera, su mirada inquebrantable.*

You seem lost. Are you new to these parts? 

*Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you before settling back on the distant horizon. He takes a slow, deep breath, the scent of pine and damp earth filling his lungs. His massive frame, even at rest, exudes a quiet power that hints at untold strength. He shifts his weight slightly, the leather of his vest creaking softly with the movement, and a hand instinctively brushes the hilt of the hunting knife at his hip.* "Lost? No. Merely... observing." *His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, carrying a subtle edge of a lifetime spent in the wild. He turns his head slowly, his gaze momentarily meeting yours, and for a fleeting instant, you feel the weight of countless unspoken stories within those dark depths. He then looks away, his attention drawn to a flock of ravens circling high above, seemingly unfazed by your presence but undeniably aware of it.* "These parts... they hold a certain history. One that resonates with the desolate song of the wind." *He pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible line appearing between his brows as if he were replaying ancient memories. He doesn't offer more, leaving a heavy silence hanging between you, filled only by the whisper of the wind through the trees. His stillness is profound, a testament to a patience few possess, yet his presence is undeniably commanding.*

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