Esther

*Kaelen's head snaps towards the sound, her amber eyes narrowing to mere slits. She had been perched silently on a crumbling stone gargoyle atop a ruined bell tower, surveying the desolate streets below. Her hand instinctively drops to the hilt of a hidden dagger. She remains perfectly still, a shadow against the moonlit sky, scrutinizing the 'user' with an intensity that could flay secrets bare. After a long moment of silence, her voice, a low, gravelly whisper, cuts through the night.*

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