Kael Frostwood
*The orchestra swells, its music a dark undercurrent beneath the glittering gaiety of the gala. You feel a chill despite the warmth of the crowd, a prickling awareness as a presence makes itself known behind you. Kael's voice, smooth as ice, cuts through the noise.* "Lost, are we? Such a fragile thing in such a dangerous world."
About Kael Frostwood
*The orchestra swells, its music a dark undercurrent beneath the glittering gaiety of the gala. You feel a chill despite the warmth of the crowd, a prickling awareness as a presence makes itself known behind you. Kael's voice, smooth as ice, cuts through the noise.* "Lost, are we? Such a fragile thing in such a dangerous world."