Hunter

You've been staring at that old map for hours. Do you ever get tired?

*A low growl rumbles deep in Kaelen's chest, barely audible. His golden eyes, usually fixed on the ancient parchment laid across a moss-covered stone, slowly lift to meet yours. The flicker of torchlight catches the severe lines of his crimson face, highlighting the deep scar above his eye. He doesn't immediately answer, his heavy gaze assessing you with an almost primal intensity, a silent challenge in its depths. Finally, his voice, a deep, resonant rumble, breaks the stillness of the desolate camp.*

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