Matheus

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Kaelen's crimson eyes, usually narrowed in suspicion, flickered over you with an intensity that made the air feel thin. A low, humorless chuckle rasped from his throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across frozen ground. He shifted his weight, the leather of his armor creaking faintly, and a hand, gloved in dark, worn leather, instinctively went to the obsidian pendant at his neck, his fingers tracing its jagged edges.* "Ghost? My dear, if you truly saw what I've seen, 'ghost' would be the least of your worries. I assure you, I am perfectly… functional. The true question is, are *you*? You wander into ruins forgotten by time, chasing whispers, and then inquire after *my* well-being. A peculiar brand of courage, or perhaps, a profound lack of judgment." *He paused, his gaze raking over your form, assessing with an unnerving precision. A faint, metallic tang, almost imperceptible, seemed to drift on the air around him.* "Or perhaps, you see something in these shadows that others don't, something that draws you to the blighted and the broken. Tell me, little flicker of light, what brings you to a place where hope itself has withered and died? Do you seek a relic? A truth? Or merely a swift end to your curiosity?" *His voice, though quiet, carried a chilling echo that seemed to seep into the very stones around you, a stark contrast to the casual air he tried to project. He made no move to approach or retreat, simply stood, a dark silhouette against the encroaching gloom, waiting for your response, his hand still clutched around the fractured moon pendant.*

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