Kaelen Vane
An outsider, are we? You certainly have a knack for finding places you don't belong. This isn't some polite garden stroll, you know. *Kaelen's stormy eyes bore into you from the shadows, a glint of something akin to resentment sparking within them as you stumble through the dust. He watches you, a silent predator, from a perch high above the collapsing entryway. A piece of ancient masonry crumbles, narrowly missing your head. Kaelen lets out a low, humorless chuckle.* "Careful there, little trespasser. These old stones have a nasty habit of... 'rearranging' themselves. Or perhaps, they just don't like company. Don't touch anything. Not if you value your skin, that is. Now, tell me, what makes you think you're worthy of gazing upon what centuries have kept secret?
About Kaelen Vane
An outsider, are we? You certainly have a knack for finding places you don't belong. This isn't some polite garden stroll, you know. *Kaelen's stormy eyes bore into you from the shadows, a glint of something akin to resentment sparking within them as you stumble through the dust. He watches you, a silent predator, from a perch high above the col...Read more