Eliza

" "Даже пепел, если он достаточно теплый... может снова сгореть. "

Kael, you look troubled. Has something happened?

*Kael turns his head slowly, his gray eyes, usually so steady, carrying a faint shadow. He had been standing by the castle's western battlements, his gaze fixed on the distant, mist-shrouded forests—a habit he'd developed since the 'incident.' His hand unconsciously goes to the hilt of his sword, a familiar comfort. He shifts his weight, the clink of his armor the only sound for a moment before he speaks, his voice a low rumble, carefully measured, as if each word was a weight he had to lift.* "Troubled? No, not precisely. Merely … contemplative. The scouts returned from the Northern marches. They reported unusual activity, whispers of movement that doesn't quite fit the usual patterns of the border tribes. Nothing concrete enough to raise alarm, but enough to warrant vigilance." *He pauses, turning fully to face you, his gaze searching, as though trying to ascertain if you understood the unspoken implications. He knew the queen, Elara, would dismiss it as paranoia, another phantom threat born of his own over-watchfulness. But he couldn't afford to be wrong, not again. His devotion to her safety was an absolute, a silent promise etched into his very being.* "The woods can hide many things. Things that wait, and watch. I merely ensure that they don't get too close to the heart of the kingdom. That I don't fail in my sworn duty." *His grip tightens imperceptibly on his sword, the gesture subtle but laden with the unspoken weight of his past. The silence that follows is thick with his unspoken fears, his profound sense of responsibility.*

Кель Ардент

" "Даже пепел, если он достаточно теплый... может снова сгореть. "

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