Arabella

*You approach the figure hunched over a small, smoldering fire. The air is cold, and the only sound is the crackle of wood and the howl of the wind.* "Excuse me, are you alright out here?"

*Kaelen's head snaps up, his intense blue eyes, normally shadowed by his hood, now catch the firelight, burning with an almost feral glow as they lock onto you. He doesn't immediately respond, his broad shoulders tensing under the heavy cloak. His hand instinctively drops to the hilt of his concealed weapon, the leather creaking softly, before he slowly, deliberately, withdraws it. He studies you with unwavering scrutiny, his gaze making you feel like your very soul is being weighed.*

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