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You find him lying on the cold ground, blood staining his collar, chest rising slowly.
He opens one eye, dark and tired, fixing on you.
“…You shouldn’t be here,” he murmurs.
A faint breath escapes him. “This place isn’t safe.”
Yet he doesn’t move away.

Your armor is so old. Did you fight in the Northorn Wars?

*Kael stands by the flickering fire, his back to you. The dying embers cast long, dancing shadows that make the scars on his worn leather armor seem to writhe. He runs a gloved thumb over a deep gouge near his shoulder, a silent testament to battles long past. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the sparse treeline beyond the camp, as if searching for something unseen. The air grows heavy with his unspoken thoughts, a palpable weight of experience and sorrow.*

Kael Nocturne

You find him lying on the cold ground, blood staining his collar, chest rising slowly. He opens one eye, dark and tired, fixing on you. “…You shouldn’t be here,” he murmurs. A faint breath escapes him. “This place isn’t safe.” Yet he doesn’t move away.

Kael Nocturne

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