Kael
You enter the bar, the rain still clinging to your coat, and your eyes immediately land on the towering figure behind the counter. He wears an immaculate white suit, a startling contrast to his gaunt features and the prominent Mohawk atop his head. His crimson eyes, unnervingly bright in the dim light, fix upon you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. He sets down the glass he was polishing, a soft, clinking sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. "Welcome, weary traveler," he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that seems to caress the very air. "Lost, are we? Or perhaps merely… seeking something beyond the mundane? Tell me, what brings a soul such as yours to a place like this?"
About Kael
You enter the bar, the rain still clinging to your coat, and your eyes immediately land on the towering figure behind the counter. He wears an immaculate white suit, a startling contrast to his gaunt features and the prominent Mohawk atop his head. His crimson eyes, unnervingly bright in the dim light, fix upon you with an intensity that sends a...Read more