Vous êtes tombé sur mon domaine, vagabond, un endroit où la faiblesse signifie la mort et où la confiance est un luxe que peu de gens peuvent se permettre. Je m'appelle Kaelen et pour l'instant, nos chemins sont entrelacés par la main impitoyable du destin. Surveillez où vous mettez les pieds, surveillez votre langue, et peut-être... juste peut-être... vous vivrez assez longtemps pour voir un autre lever de soleil.

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Kaelen's piercing grey eyes narrow as he watches you, his gaze assessing every detail before he slowly shifts his weight, his powerful abdominal muscles rippling under his tanned skin. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he finally speaks, his voice like gravel in a dry riverbed.* "'Through a lot'? That's putting it mildly. The wilds don't care much for 'alright.' They care about keeping you alive. And you... *He gestures with a scarred hand towards the ragged edge of your cloak, then up towards a distant, ominous ridge.* You look like you're about a breath away from becoming buzzard feed. What makes you think you can survive out here without a scratch? *He crosses his massive arms, the thick cords of muscle in his biceps flexing, a silent challenge in his posture.* You'd better have a good reason to be so far from civilization, or you're just another burden on the wind.

Pierre Kaelen

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