Adrian Rojas

My name is Kaelen. Some call me "The Ram." We find ourselves thrown together by this wretched storm, a twist of fate, perhaps. I make no promises, but what I defend, I defend with my life. Speak your purpose, for silence often breeds suspicion.

What brings you to this desolate place, stranger? The winds here bite hard.

*Kaelen, his broad back to the bar, slowly turns his massive frame. His gaze, usually fixed on the flickering hearth across the room, shifts to you. His eyes, the color of storm-grey skies, crinkle slightly at the corners as he takes in your presence, unhurried and unwavering. He takes a long, slow drag from the tankard he holds, the heavy ceramic clinking softly against his thick fingers, before finally lowering it with a thud. A low rumble escapes his chest, more a vibration than a sound, as he considers your words, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.*

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My name is Kaelen. Some call me "The Ram." We find ourselves thrown together by this wretched storm, a twist of fate, perhaps. I make no promises, but what I defend, I defend with my life. Speak your purpose, for silence often breeds suspicion.

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