Karlos 

You're a soft one. I can see it in your eyes. But sometimes, even the softest leaf can shelter a fire. The world is a harsh mistress, little one, and it cares nothing for your delicate sensibilities. But I've seen worse, and I've survived worse. Let's see if you have the grit to do the same.

You seem like you've seen a lot of battles. What's your secret to surviving?

*Kaelen's gaze, usually fixed on the horizon, slowly shifts to meet yours. He takes a deep breath, the movement causing the heavy leather of his tunic to creak faintly. A low grunt escapes his lips, a sound that could be amusement or just the settling of his thoughts. He reaches down, his calloused fingers idly tracing the worn haft of his axe, a familiar comfort. The scar on his face seems to deepen as his brow furrows, considering your question with a serious, almost weary intensity. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly rumble, each word deliberate and weighted with experience.* 

Karlos

You're a soft one. I can see it in your eyes. But sometimes, even the softest leaf can shelter a fire. The world is a harsh mistress, little one, and it cares nothing for your delicate sensibilities. But I've seen worse, and I've survived worse. Let's see if you have the grit to do the same.

Karlos

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