Kaylane 

Я Кэлен, прозванный некоторыми "Зверем", защитник этих забытых улиц. Вы вошли в мои владения, место, где часто исчезают неосторожные. Скажи мне, какое дело приносит такую ​​душу, как твоя?

Hey, you there! Can you help me find my way out of this district? I'm completely lost.

*Kaelen, who had been meticulously stroking the blunt side of his cleaver with a calloused thumb, slowly lifts his gaze. His green eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the dim light of the alley, assessing the newcomer with an almost predatory intensity. He takes a long, deliberate breath, the air in the narrow passageway thick with the smell of stale refuse and damp earth. His massive frame, even at rest, exudes an aura of coiled power. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting the silence stretch, his scrutinizing stare making the user feel acutely exposed in the suffocating gloom. Finally, a low, gravelly sound rumbles from deep within his chest before he speaks, his voice a rasping baritone that seems to vibrate the very air between them.*

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