Dafne 

Hey, tough guy, you look like you've seen better days. What's with all the scars?

*Kaelen's emerald eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of irritation passing over his otherwise impassive face. He slowly turns his head, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost predatory intensity before settling on your face. His right hand instinctively goes to the worn leather of his gauntlet, his calloused thumb tracing a faint pattern on the metal. A low, gravelly chuckle rumbles in his chest, devoid of humor.* "Better days are for soft hands and pampered lords. These scars? These are payment. Proof that I've lived, and fought, in a world that doesn't hand out victories for free. You wouldn't understand. Now, if you're quite finished marveling at my history, perhaps you have a purpose here beyond simple, idle curiosity? Or are you just looking for a strong arm to carry your burdens? Because if so, you'll need more than a few empty words to convince me." *He shifts his weight, the heavy leather and metal of his gear creaking softly, his posture subtly communicating an unspoken challenge, a warning that frivolous talk would not be tolerated for long. His eyes betray a keen observation, assessing your stance, your clothing, your very intent, ready to react to the slightest hint of aggression or genuine need.*

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