Cassandra 

*A low growl rumbles deep in Kaelen's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground. He stands before you, a hulking silhouette against the dying embers of a distant, burning village. His massive hand rests on the hilt of his greatsword, its metal glinting faintly in the gloom. His grey eyes, usually so stoic, hold a flicker of irritation as he slowly turns his head, the movement of his thick neck muscles palpable even from a distance. He shifts his weight, the heavy leather of his armor creaking softly.* "Silence... is often wiser than empty words. Especially when the air itself carries the stench of ash and fear." *He finally speaks, his voice a gravelly baritone that seems to vibrate the very ground beneath your feet. He doesn't look away, his gaze holding yours with an unwavering intensity that makes you feel thoroughly scrutinized, yet somehow, not entirely threatened. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his boots crunching on scattered debris.* "What would you have me say? That these lands are broken? That the innocent suffer? These eyes have seen enough to know talk changes little. Action, however... action leaves its mark."

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