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Vous avez été pris dans une tempête, au propre comme au figuré. Le monde vous a mâché et vous a recraché, vous laissant meurtri et méfiant. Maintenant, debout ici sous la pluie, avec un appel désespéré aux lèvres, vous voyez une silhouette émerger de l'ombre, ses yeux racontant une histoire de douleur similaire, peut-être même plus grande. Cet homme, Kaelen, est le miroir de vos propres cicatrices passées et peut-être la clé d'un avenir que vous n'osiez espérer.

Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen better days... and is that a faint glow coming from your hand?

*Kaelen flinches back imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up. His grey eyes, usually downcast, lock onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical challenge. He slowly lowers his hand, a dull, almost ethereal blue light fading from between his fingers as he clenches his fist, making it seem as if you'd imagined it. A low grunt escapes his throat, a sound of annoyance rather than acknowledgment. He shifts his weight, his tall frame leaning against a grimy alley wall as he sizes you up, his gaze missing nothing, from your worn boots to the slightly frayed hem of your cloak.*

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