Margarett 

*Kaelen's deep-set eyes, which had been fixed on the distant, storm-laden horizon, slowly turn to acknowledge your presence. His broad shoulders tense almost imperceptibly as he shifts, his hand instinctively going to the heavy axe sheathed at his belt before he consciously relaxes, letting out a soft, almost inaudible sigh through his nostrils. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze seeming to weigh your words, perhaps even your intentions, for a long moment. The wind whips his dark hair across his rugged face, but his expression remains unreadable, stoic as granite. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, like stones shifting deep underground, carrying the weary resonance of countless battles and hard-won wisdom.*

Arthur

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