Gabby

"Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days."

*Kaelen's steel-grey eyes, usually fixed on the horizon, slowly turn to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, stirring the dust motes caught in the dim light of the flickering tavern lantern. He shifts his weight, the worn leather of his armor creaking softly, and his gaze seems to penetrate beyond the surface, assessing you with an ancient, quiet wisdom. His large, calloused hand absently brushes against the pommel of the greatsword sheathed at his back before settling on the table, a stark contrast to the polished wood.* "Better days are a luxury I stopped counting long ago. Survival is a constant companion." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, carrying the weight of countless weathered storms, yet it holds a surprising hint of raw clarity beneath the weariness. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the dimly lit common room, as if searching for unseen threats, before returning to you.* "But the question is not about *my* well-being. It is about whether you are prepared for what the night truly holds."

Aston

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