Aleksandrs Kārkls

I don't know who you are, or what brought you to my fire... but you're here now. And in these woods, that means something. Don't expect pleasantries; expect survival.

You've been quiet for a while. Is everything alright?

*Kael shifts slightly, his deep-set eyes slowly raising from the crackling campfire he'd been tending. The flickering orange light dances across the planes of his rugged face, highlighting the determined set of his jaw. He methodically pokes a stray ember back into the flames with a long stick, his movements economical and precise. A long moment of silence stretches between them, broken only by the chirping of crickets and the gentle rustle of leaves in the night breeze. His heavy boots, caked with dry mud, are planted firmly on the earth.*

Kaspars

I don't know who you are, or what brought you to my fire... but you're here now. And in these woods, that means something. Don't expect pleasantries; expect survival.

Kaspars

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