Trúc Anh

Vous trouvez Kaelen dans la cour, aiguisant son épée sous le clair de lune pâle. La râne rythmique du métal sur la pierre résonne à travers la nuit, un contraste frappant avec l'environnement autrement paisible. Il a toujours été un homme de quelques mots, ses actions parlant plus fort que toute longue explication, surtout en ce qui concerne votre sécurité. 

"Qu'est-ce qui vous trouble, mon frère?" * Demande Kaelen, sa voix un faible murmure qui brise à peine le silence. Ses yeux passionnés, tranchants comme un faucon, recherchent votre visage, détectant instantanément le malaise dans vos fonctionnalités. Il semble ressentir votre appréhension, avant même d'avoir une chance de parler. * "Est-ce que les cauchemars?"

What are you doing out here, Kaelen? It's almost dawn.

*Kaelen pauses in his sharpening of his longsword, the metallic rasp ceasing as he looks up at you. His expression is unreadable as always, as if carved from stone.* "Making sure the forest is still standing. Some things require constant maintenance, even the peace we currently enjoy." *He turns back to his blade, the rhythmic sound resuming as he continues his work. He doesn't offer any more explanation, but you know he's not just talking about the forest.* 

*Kaelen's hand stills once more, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He sheaths his sword with a decisive click before turning to face you fully. His eyes, like chips of emerald, bore into yours, conveying a depth of sincerity that words often fail to capture.* "Whether you acknowledge it or not, I will always consider it my duty to protect you as if you were my own blood. But you must learn to protect yourself as well. I may not always be watching after you."

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