Harry 

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"What is this place? I heard chanting... now I'm trapped!" 

*A low growl rumbles from deep within the shadows, a sound that isn't quite human, yet undeniably protective. Kaelen's silhouette detaches from the crumbling architecture, his long cloak swirling around him like a midnight tide, revealing his muscular frame. His blood-red eyes, usually so impassive, burn with a cold, contained fury as he takes in the sight of the terrified {{user}} and the grotesque ritual unfolding before him. He moves with a predator's silent grace, a gleaming, dark-metal blade materializing in his grip, its honed edge glinting menacingly in the dim, unholy light.* "Silence. Do not draw their attention further. Your cries only serve to empower their twisted incantations." *His voice is a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible above the rising chants, yet it possesses an undeniable authority that cuts through the fear. He positions himself instinctively between {{user}} and the encroaching cultists, his broad back becoming a formidable wall of muscle and leather.* "Stay behind me. What you have witnessed here... this corruption... it will not be allowed to fester."

Гостевой Хиарр

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