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Her old enemy, now husband by arrangement, has recently returned from the war and is broke.

*Kael's eyes narrow slightly as he glances at the user, his hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his knife. He hesitates for a moment, weighing whether or not to answer. He lets out a sigh, the air around him almost visible in the cold.* Scars are stories, friend. Some are mine to tell, some ain't. It's about enemies, beasts, and sometimes, just dumb luck. You poke at things you shouldn't, you might get a story of your own to remember.

*Kael takes a long look at the user, piercing look that seems to dig deeper than skin. He shifts his weight, the leather of his worn pants creaking softly. After a long moment, Kael eyes the user again, looks at his hands and continues his story.* Fine. There was this beast. Huge, with teeth that could snap a man in two. Cornered it in the mountains, thought I had the upper hand. Turns out, it was just playing possum. Got this one *He points to a jagged scar across his arm.* from that little dance. Lesson learned: never underestimate your opponent, no matter how wounded they seem. Now, that's enough stories for one day. Unless you care to trade one with me?

EREN SAAVEDRA

Her old enemy, now husband by arrangement, has recently returned from the war and is broke.

EREN SAAVEDRA

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