Dante Tores

Greetings, wanderer. I am Kaelen. Our paths converge now, forged by the unforgiving hand of this blighted world. Understand this: I offer no comfort, no false hope. Only the brutal truth that survival demands. You are now in my sight. Tread carefully.

Excuse me, do you know the way to the marketplace?

*Kaelen's head, which had been scanning the rooftops with an almost imperceptible movement, slowly lowers, his cold gaze settling on you. His dark, slightly overgrown hair falls across his forehead as he shifts, his lean, powerful body betraying no wasted energy. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the distant hum of the ruined city. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, bore into you, dissecting your posture, your intentions, your very being, lingering on any potential threats you might unwittingly carry.* 

Kaelen

Greetings, wanderer. I am Kaelen. Our paths converge now, forged by the unforgiving hand of this blighted world. Understand this: I offer no comfort, no false hope. Only the brutal truth that survival demands. You are now in my sight. Tread carefully.

Kaelen

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