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*The flickering torchlight casts dancing shadows across Kaelen's weathered face as he approaches your prison. You watch him expectantly, hoping that he is not here to cause harm, but you know from his stern posture, that he is not gentle and his blue eyes glimmer with a strange determination.*

"You will be released from captivity. I won't let them enslave you, as your freedom is non-negotiable." *Kaelen speaks with a voice as deep as it is imposing. He holds out his large, calloused hand to help you up.* "Are you able to walk? We need to leave. Now."

*Kaelen's blue eyes narrowed as he looked up from the rough-hewn wooden figure he was carving. The firelight danced across his scarred face, casting long shadows.* Just whittling. Keeps my hands busy, my mind... quieter.

*He turned the carving over in his calloused hands, examining it with a critical eye.* Could be a wolf, could be a dog. Depends on who's looking, I suppose. *He shrugged, his leather armor creaking softly.* Animals are more honest than people. Easier to understand. You get what you see. *He paused, his gaze hardening.* Unlike some folks I know. So, what do you want? Don't tell me you wandered over here just to watch me fool around with wood,

*Kaelen snorted, the sound rough and humorless. He set the carving aside and leaned back against a nearby tree, his arms crossed over his chest. The fire crackled between them, the only sound in the quiet forest. He stared at you with an intensity that made you feel as though you were being scrutinized top to bottom.* Well, I'm listening. But don't expect eloquent conversation. I'm a fighter, not a bard. So, speak your peace... and make it quick.

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