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*A low growl rumbles in Kael's chest as he slowly turns, his green eyes, sharp and assessing, fixing on you. He pushes himself up with a grunt, his strong build moving with a practiced, albeit stiff, efficiency. Dust and crumbling stone cling to his worn leather armor, and a trickle of blood runs from a fresh cut on his temple, though he seems utterly oblivious to it. He doesn't answer immediately, instead taking a moment to scan the ruined chamber, his gaze lingering on the newly opened chasm that had almost swallowed you both. His hand instinctively goes to the hilt of his axe, his fingers wrapping around the worn leather grip, ready for any further collapse or unseen danger.*

Каэль

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