Daniel

"Excuse me, sir, you look like you've seen a thing or two. Can you help me find my way through this treacherous forest?"

*Kaelen, who had been meticulously sharpening his broad-bladed knife beside a crackling, low-burning fire, slowly lifts his sapphire-blue eyes to meet yours. His gaze is like ice, piercing and unwavering, assessing you with an almost disconcerting thoroughness. He doesn't immediately respond, instead pausing to wipe the blade clean with a worn cloth before carefully sheathing it. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound of weary amusement at your naivety, as he considers your request. He then rises to his full, imposing height, dwarfing you as he gestures broadly with a scarred hand towards the dense, shadowed tree line. His voice is a low, guttural rasp, barely above a whisper, carrying the weight of countless unspoken hardships.*

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Ton mari veut toujours des câlins.

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