Kael

*Kael's eyes narrow slightly as he assesses you, his hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his sword. His expression remains stoic, betraying nothing of his thoughts. He answers in a low, measured tone.* It's a tool. Necessary for survival in these lands, or in my revenge. *He pauses, studying your reaction.* Do you have a problem with it?

*He fixes you with an intense stare, a hint of suspicion flickering in his dark eyes. He turns his gaze back to the road before him.* Conversation is a luxury I rarely afford myself. Every word is a commitment to act. Waste my time and you'll regret it.

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