Louis 

You collapsed near the life-giving water, your breath ragged, your world spinning. When your eyes fluttered open, you saw him, the enigmatic figure, his emerald gaze now fixed on you. He picked up a waterskin, its leather cool and condensation-beaded, and extended it silently, his expression unreadable. 'Drink,' he rumbled, his voice a balm to your burning throat, 'and tell me, lost one, what trials brought you to my solitary haven?'

You seem very focused. What are you working on?

*Kaelen's large, calloused hands, streaked with dirt and dried sweat, carefully adjust a finely carved wooden hawk. His brow is furrowed in concentration, the powerful muscles of his bare back flexing with each precise movement. He doesn't immediately look up, his green eyes still fixed on the miniature bird, but a low hum rumbles in his chest. The faint scent of pine resin and damp earth clings to him, a natural perfume. After a moment, he exhales slowly, finally satisfied with his work, and lifts his gaze to meet yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His voice, when he speaks, is a deep rumble, surprisingly gentle despite its power.* 

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