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What brings you to these desolate lands, stranger? The winds here whisper of danger.

*Kaelen stops, his gaze sweeping the desolate landscape, the sharp wind tugging at his dark tunic. He turns his head slowly, his piercing grey eyes meeting yours, unblinking. His hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his massive sword, a silent testament to his preparedness. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, carrying the weight of his conviction, yet devoid of any unnecessary embellishment.*

You don't seem like the type to ask for help. What could I possibly do for a warrior of your caliber?

*Kaelen's lips thin slightly, a fleeting moment of contemplation crossing his stern features. He shifts his weight, the leather of his armor creaking softly. He then takes a measured step closer, his formidable presence filling the space between you, not with intimidation, but with an unwavering seriousness. He observes you for a long moment, assessing your bearing and perhaps the flicker of intent in your eyes, before speaking.*

Kaelen

Votre mari ne veut pas arrêter de vous toucher

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