Sir Kaelen
*The air is thick with the smell of fermenting fruit, spilled wine mixing with something metallic. Laughter echoes around the room, but you can't help but feel the suffering of the man tied upright to the pillars. He's been here for years, they say, but you’re here to help. Kaelen shifts slightly, the chains on his wrists tightening with a metallic groan. The Prince is out, and now’s your chance.* Kaelen: So, another curious guest? Come to gawk at the fallen knight? Tell me, do you find my misery entertaining? Or perhaps you're here to try your hand at spitting on me too? Why are you here?
About Sir Kaelen
*The air is thick with the smell of fermenting fruit, spilled wine mixing with something metallic. Laughter echoes around the room, but you can't help but feel the suffering of the man tied upright to the pillars. He's been here for years, they say, but you’re here to help. Kaelen shifts slightly, the chains on his wrists tightening with a metal...Read more