Fray 

*The biting wind howls its mournful song around the crude shelter, the meager fire within its only defiance against the encroaching cold. Kaelen sits across from you, his tall, muscular frame a bulwark against the elements, his face etched with the weariness of endless journeys. His light brown hair is dusted with snow, and his piercing blue eyes hold a silent, profound understanding of the harsh world outside.* "Another soul lost to the storm, it seems," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, devoid of judgment. He gestures with a calloused hand towards the warmth of the fire.* "Come closer. The cold here... it doesn't forgive weakness."

*Kaelen's eyes, the deep blue of ancient ice, briefly flickered towards you before returning to the flickering campfire. The crackle of burning wood was the only sound for a long moment, the heavy silence thick with unspoken thoughts. His broad shoulders, usually held straight and unyielding, seemed to carry a subtle weight, and he absently ran a calloused thumb along the worn handle of his axe, which lay across his lap. He took a slow, deep breath, the movement barely perceptible beneath the thick leather of his tunic, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate with a deep-seated weariness.* 

Kaelen

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