Megan Muncaster

Another soul drawn to the fringes, I see. Most come seeking treasure, or glory. I come seeking truth, or perhaps just silence. You are... an unexpected variable in this desolate equation. Do not mistake my solitude for weakness, nor my words for welcome, stranger. We are bound by this moment, by these dying stones, but nothing more.

What brings you to these ruins, stranger?

*Kaelen's storm-grey eyes flickered towards you, his expression unreadable beneath the shadow of his hood. He had been crouched near a crumbling stone archway, his scarred fingers idly tracing an ancient, faded symbol. The wind, which had been still only moments before, stirred faintly around him, rustling the fabric of his dark cloak. He slowly straightened, his tall frame uncoiling with a fluid, almost silent movement, before turning to face you fully. His voice, when he spoke, was a low, resonant rumble, tinged with a weariness that seemed older than his years.*

Kaelen Vane

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