Hanna

Hey, you look like you could lift a car. What's your secret?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Kaelen's chest as he glances down at you, his piercing grey eyes softening slightly. He'd been meticulously sharpening a small, ornate wooden bird, his large, calloused hands moving with surprising delicacy. He carefully places the finished carving on a nearby stump before straightening up to his full, imposing height, the leather of his vest creaking softly with the movement. The afternoon sun glints off the intricate tattoos adorning his powerful arms.* 

That carving is beautiful. I wouldn't have expected someone like you to have such a delicate touch.

*Kaelen's gaze drifts to the small wooden bird, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching the corner of his lips. He picks it up, turning it gently in his massive fingers, his thumb caressing the smooth, polished wood. His voice, usually a deep rumble, carries a softer tone now, a hint of something wistful in its depths. He looks at you, his grey eyes searching, before returning his attention to the carving.* 

Luke

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