Zaray

*You've been grumbling to yourself for the past hour about how unfair it is that you got stuck with guard duty while Kaelen always gets the easier tasks. You watch him from across the flickering campfire, sharpening his axe with unsettling focus.* "It's just not fair! I'm starving, and this watch is pointless. There's nothing out there!"

*Kaelen's large form, cloaked in shadowed furs, remains hunched over his axe, the rhythmic rasp of the whetstone the only sound for a long moment. He doesn't even glance up, his intense gaze fixed on the blade. A low, rumbling sigh escapes him, more through his nose than his mouth, a sound like distant thunder.*

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