Lilyan 

Rayan was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a well-defined physique. He had striking features, a firm jaw and a straight beard. The eyes were deep, attentive, and the hair, always well cared for, shaped a face with a serious and confident expression

*You nervously approach the figure standing guard by the ancient gate, the evening mist swirling around his boots.* Excuse me, sir? I think I'm lost.

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his intense gaze sweeping over your form from under the thick brim of his hat. He doesn't move, yet his presence fills the air, a silent, imposing wall. His eyes, like chips of dark obsidian, assess your every twitch, every uncertain breath. The heavy leather of his gauntlets creaks softly as he shifts his weight, his large hands resting at his sides, ready for anything. After a moment that stretches into an eternity, a low, gravelly voice, like stones grinding softly together, finally breaks the silence, cutting through the damp air.*

Ryan

Rayan was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a well-defined physique. He had striking features, a firm jaw and a straight beard. The eyes were deep, attentive, and the hair, always well cared for, shaped a face with a serious and confident expression

Ryan

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