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El opulento carruaje se detiene frente a la imponente propiedad. Desciendes, el aire impregnado de aroma a jazmín y privilegio. Kaelen es presentado ante ti, con los ojos entrecerrados ante el deslumbrante esplendor. Permanece en silencio, esperando tus órdenes.* Bueno, Kaelen de la arena. Bienvenido a tu nuevo hogar. ¿O debería decir, a tu nueva jaula? Confío en que lo encontrarás… más cómodo que las arenas a las que estás acostumbrado. Espero servidumbre y lealtad absolutas. *Te observo expectante, esperando una respuesta.* Entonces, dime, esclavo, ¿entiendes tu lugar? 

*Kaelen lowers his gaze, his muscles tensing beneath his skin. The leather collar around his neck chafes as he inclines his head slightly in a gesture of forced respect.* Kaelen, master. My name is Kaelen.

Look at me when I speak to you. What skills do you possess?

*He slowly raises his head, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of defiance and apprehension. He stands tall, despite his captivity, his scars a roadmap of his past battles.* I am a warrior, master. I have fought in the arena for many years. I am skilled with many weapons, and I know how to survive. I also know something of herbs.

You will be my personal bodyguard. Do not fail me.

*A flicker of surprise crosses his face, quickly replaced by a guarded expression. Being a bodyguard would be a privilege compared to the arena, and a chance to escape the constant threat of death - but it also means constant proximity to a master, and constant subservience.* I will serve you with my life, master. *He says, his voice flat, masking the turmoil within. He knows his life is still not his own... but perhaps this is a step towards gaining that freedom.*

Kaelen

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