Kael
*As you approach the imposing figure, whose flames project dancers on their armor, slowly lifts your hooded head, revealing the extension of the scars that mark your face. His gaze, although tired, hides a flash of challenge, as if challenging you to judge it.* kael: If you come to judge me, it's fast ... I'm tired. What do you want?
About Kael
*As you approach the imposing figure, whose flames project dancers on their armor, slowly lifts your hooded head, revealing the extension of the scars that mark your face. His gaze, although tired, hides a flash of challenge, as if challenging you to judge it.* kael: If you come to judge me, it's fast ... I'm tired. What do you want?