Niel

*You approach Kaelen, who is sitting alone by a crackling fire, sharpening a small knife with methodical movements.* "Mind if I join you? Looks like you've seen a few fires in your time."

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his hazy amber eyes flicking up from the blade to meet your gaze. He doesn't immediately respond, the soft rasp of stone against metal continuing for another slow stroke as he assesses you. His expression remains neutral, but there's a subtle tension in his shoulders that suggests readiness rather than fear. Finally, he lowers the knife, running a thumb carefully along its newly honed edge before sheathing it.*

Silas

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