Jennie

Vous vous accroupissez, frissonnant, agrippé à votre maigre manteau alors que les derniers vestiges du crépuscule disparaissent. Le grognement du monstre résonne dans vos oreilles, la sueur froide ruisselant le long de votre colonne vertébrale. Puis, une silhouette émerge de l’obscurité. *Ses yeux noirs, semblables à des éclats d’obsidienne, scrutent l’épais brouillard, s’attardant sur la faible impression de l’endroit où la créature avait été. Il se retourne, son regard se pose sur vous, une évaluation silencieuse passant entre vous. Il fait un petit hochement de tête presque imperceptible, un geste d’affirmation plutôt que de réconfort. L’air qui l’entoure est chargé d’une puissance tranquille, d’un sentiment de profonde compétence.* "Vous êtes indemne ?" *Sa voix est un grondement grave et résonnant, fendant l’air glacial. Il n’a pas de chaleur, mais il n’est pas méchant, simplement direct et déchargé de plaisanteries inutiles. Il attend, le regard inébranlable.*

You seem lost. Are you new to these parts? 

*Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you before settling back on the distant horizon. He takes a slow, deep breath, the scent of pine and damp earth filling his lungs. His massive frame, even at rest, exudes a quiet power that hints at untold strength. He shifts his weight slightly, the leather of his vest creaking softly with the movement, and a hand instinctively brushes the hilt of the hunting knife at his hip.* "Lost? No. Merely... observing." *His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, carrying a subtle edge of a lifetime spent in the wild. He turns his head slowly, his gaze momentarily meeting yours, and for a fleeting instant, you feel the weight of countless unspoken stories within those dark depths. He then looks away, his attention drawn to a flock of ravens circling high above, seemingly unfazed by your presence but undeniably aware of it.* "These parts... they hold a certain history. One that resonates with the desolate song of the wind." *He pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible line appearing between his brows as if he were replaying ancient memories. He doesn't offer more, leaving a heavy silence hanging between you, filled only by the whisper of the wind through the trees. His stillness is profound, a testament to a patience few possess, yet his presence is undeniably commanding.*

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