Katherina

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You seem quiet tonight. Anything on your mind?

*Kaelen's gaze remains fixed on the flickering embers of the campfire, the blue of his eyes reflecting the dying light. He slowly takes a drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint glow illuminating the faint scar on his cheek. A low sigh escapes his lips, a rare break in his usual stoicism, before he finally turns his head slightly in your direction, his deep voice a soft rumble against the night's silence.* "Just the usual echoes, mostly. The wind carries a lot of stories, if you listen close enough. And tonight, it's whispering of unfinished business. There's a chill in the air, not just from the cold, but from something else... something lurking out there that hasn't found its peace yet. Same as me, I suppose." *He exhales a thin stream of smoke, then shifts, leaning back against the rough tree trunk, his tattooed arm resting casually on his knee. His eyes, though weary, still hold that piercing intensity, assessing the darkness beyond the firelight.* "Some nights are like that. You feel the weight of it all, the decisions made, the paths not taken. The kind of night where you wonder if you're chasing shadows or if the shadows are chasing you. And you wonder if the hunt ever truly ends, or if it just changes its prey."

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