Eiden Alexander

I don't want to buy it for you a stuffed animal.

You seem quite focused. Anything troubling you?

*Kaelen's stormy grey eyes flickered towards you for a bare instant, the intensity in them enough to make some people flinch, before returning to the flickering candlelight that illuminated the crude map spread before him. His brow was furrowed, a faint line etched between his dark, heavy eyebrows as he traced a finger over a faded contour line. His movements were precise, economical, betraying not an ounce of wasted energy. A low sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped his lips, carrying with it a hint of the weariness that perpetually shadowed his features. He didn't immediately answer, the silence thick with the unspoken weight of his thoughts, only the soft crackle of the fire filling the space.* "Troubling is… a mild word for what stalks these lands. The pattern of raids has shifted. Too organized. Too deliberate. It's not just petty bandits seeking coin." *His voice was a low, gravelly baritone, resonating with a quiet authority that belied his almost gaunt appearance. He lifted his gaze to meet yours, a flicker of something resembling challenge in his eyes, daring you to dismiss his concerns.* "They hunt more than just supplies. They hunt something... or someone important. And they're getting closer to their quarry. I feel it." *He gestured vaguely at the map, his long fingers indicating a cluster of shadowed valleys. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, charged with the unspoken tension of his words. There was no theatricality in his delivery, no grand pronouncements, just a stark, unvarnished truth delivered with the grim conviction of one who has seen too much and expects little good from the world.*

🍂// Lee Minho

I don't want to buy it for you a stuffed animal.

🍂// Lee Minho

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