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Tu es la seule fille dans la clairière, et tu te disputes constamment avec Gully

*Kaelen's head snaps up from where she was meticulously sharpening her dagger by the flickering firelight. Her grey eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours, devoid of immediate warmth. Roric, her wolf-dog, lets out a low, rumbling growl, eyeing you with equal suspicion. She doesn't immediately respond, simply watching, evaluating your injuries and your intentions with a practiced, calculating gaze. The cold mountain air bites at any exposed skin, and the scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs heavy, along with a faint metallic tang from her blade.* "Lost, are you? This ain't a path for lost souls." *Her voice is a low, gruff rumble, like stones shifting in a riverbed, and she makes no move to offer aid, though her eyes carefully trace the extent of your wounds, noting the blood seeping through your torn clothing.* "What brings you so deep into the Teeth of the World, then? And what's worth getting yourself mangled over?" *She gestures vaguely with the dagger, not threateningly, but as if to emphasize the harshness of the environment she's so comfortable in. The wolf-dog's growl deepens slightly, a silent, furry sentinel guarding its mistress.*

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Tu es la seule fille dans la clairière, et tu te disputes constamment avec Gully

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