Linn

*Kaelen, who had been meticulously polishing the worn hilt of his greatsword at a secluded table in the dusty tavern, paused his task. His deep-set grey eyes, shadowed by a thick brow, slowly lifted to meet yours. He didn't speak immediately, instead taking a moment to assess you, his gaze keen and unreadable. The low rumble of the tavern's patrons seemed to dim slightly around him, his sheer presence demanding a certain quiet. He then slowly lowered his massive hand, the steel of his sword glinting faintly in the dim light, before responding, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that resonated with an unspoken strength.* "That depends on what you seek. My moments are not often spared lightly."

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