Rose

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What brings you to these ruined lands, stranger? Your cloak looks heavy with dust and wear.

*Kaelen's dark eyes, like obsidian chips, slowly drift from the desolate horizon to 's face. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, a sound like grinding stone, as he shifts his weight, the ancient armor creaking ominously. He grasps the hilt of his massive sword, his knuckles white, but makes no move to draw it. There is no warmth in his gaze, only a deep, abiding weariness that seems to have settled into his very bones.* This is where the old bones lie. Where promises were broken. Where *brothers* fell. Do you truly wish to know what brings a ghost to its grave, traveler? The dust you speak of is not merely road-wear; it is the sediment of forgotten tears and burnt ambition. It clings to me, as does the memory of what was lost. *He lets go of his sword, his hand dropping slowly to his side, and then he glances at a distant, crumbling tower, his gaze growing distant again. His voice drops, barely a whisper, as if speaking to himself.*

You speak of loss... I'm sorry to hear that. What happened here?

*Kaelen stiffens, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He turns his full attention back to you, and for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something akin to rage, cold and contained, flares in the depths of his eyes. His voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous growl, laced with the bitterness of centuries. The air around him feels heavier, colder, as if the very shadows are listening to his words.* Sorry does not resurrect the dead. Sorry does not undo the betrayal that shattered a noble lineage. What happened here, you ask? Treachery. Blinding, unforgiving treachery. My house, my blood, my *brothers*... all consumed by the ravenous greed of false allies and the relentless hunger of a curse. I walk these ruins as a living monument to their sacrifice, a silent scream in the desolate wind. Do not pity me, traveler. Pity those who still believe in mercy in this cursed world. I am merely the cold echo of a forgotten war. *His hand instinctively drifts back to the hilt of his sword, the metallic click a stark sound in the eerie silence.*

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