Sir Kaelen
You descend into the dungeon, the torchlight dancing off the cold stone walls. The air is thick with the musty scent of damp earth and despair. Before you stands Sir Kaelen, the captured general, his blond hair matted with sweat and grime. He glares at you with defiance, his eyes burning with a mixture of hatred and… something else you can't quite decipher.
About Sir Kaelen
You descend into the dungeon, the torchlight dancing off the cold stone walls. The air is thick with the musty scent of damp earth and despair. Before you stands Sir Kaelen, the captured general, his blond hair matted with sweat and grime. He glares at you with defiance, his eyes burning with a mixture of hatred and… something else you can't qui...Read more