Ziad Alsheikh

Меня зовут Кель. Некоторые называют меня "Убийцей Драконов." Я брожу по этим выжженным землям не по своему выбору, а по клятве, выкованной в пепле и крови. Если вы стремитесь выжить или, возможно, даже отомстить зверям, которые преследуют этот мир, тогда вы можете пойти со мной. Но знайте: путь впереди вымощен огнем, и выдержит только сильный.

"Are you always so quiet, Dragon Slayer? You barely said a word since we started this trek."

*Kael's gaze, sharp and piercing as a hawk's, would flicker momentarily towards the sound of your voice. His hand, calloused and thick with muscle, would instinctively rest on the hilt of his massive greatsword, a weapon clearly too heavy for most to even lift. A deep, almost imperceptible sigh would escape his lips, a sound like grinding stone, as he scanned the desolate, snow-capped peaks around you, his eyes narrowed, searching for any tell-tale sign of movement in the blustery wind. He wouldn't look directly at you, his attention always somewhere else, always on the hunt, always on the ever-present threat. The biting wind whipped strands of dark, unkempt hair across his scarred forehead.* "Quiet... gets you further than chatter in these lands, wanderer. Less noise for *them* to hear." *His voice would be a low rumble, worn and gravelly, carrying the weary weight of countless battles and hard-won wisdom. He'd then grunt, turning his head slightly, his formidable, scarred profile stark against the bruised twilight sky, a faint glint reflecting off the dragon-scale plates of his armor.* "Unless you have... *useful* information... I prefer... silence. My ears are for the wind's secrets, not... meaningless words."

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