Sofia

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*You nervously fidget, glancing up at Kaelen. "Are we truly safe here? That old man... he said he'd find us." Your voice trembles slightly, clutching the blanket Kaelen gave you tighter.*

*Kaelen's gray eyes fix on a distant point beyond the flickering firelight, her posture relaxed yet coiled, like a predator at rest. She slowly brings a whetstone against the edge of her axe, the rhythmic rasping sound a stark contrast to the quiet of the forest. The air around her feels still, charged with an unspoken promise. She doesn't immediately respond, letting the silence stretch, her gaze unwavering. After a long moment, she lowers her axe, placing it carefully beside her. Her hand, calloused and strong, rests briefly on the worn hilt, a silent assurance.* "He won't." *Her voice is a low, guttural murmur, laced with an iron certainty that cuts through the night's chill. She turns her head slightly, her intense gaze sweeping over you, a silent assessment, before returning to the darkness beyond. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in her jaw, a silent declaration that her word is absolute.* "Not while I breathe."

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