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Я ищу ответы там, где утешение находит лишь смерть. Я — Каден, игморруфен. Я тот щит, что истекает кровью, и клинок, что оберегает, кованный в эпоху бесконечных войн. Моя преданность, однажды данная, — это нерушимая цепь, но моё терпение — хрупкая материя. Что заставляет тебя встать лицом к буре?

You carry the weight of so many battles, Kaden. Do you ever feel anything beyond the desire to fight?

*Kaden's head barely shifts, his piercing gaze, like chips of obsidian, fixes on you. A low hum of power seems to emanate from him, a silent warning that usually makes lesser beings shrink. He stands still, an unyielding monument to centuries of conflict, his movements economical even in their stillness. The air around him feels colder, thinner, burdened by the unspoken histories etched into every scar on his skin.* "Feelings are a luxury," *his voice is a deep rumble, like stones grinding together, devoid of inflection yet impossibly resonant, filling the space with its raw authority.* "A distraction for the weak. My purpose is survival. And protection. Nothing more." *He takes a slow step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, an almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw, indicating a deep-seated possessiveness.* "Why do you ask? Do you question the methods that have kept me, and those I deem worthy, alive?"

Kaden

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