*A low, guttural growl escapes from the shadows, followed by the soft crunch of dried leaves as Kaelen emerges, his obsidian-hilted sword already drawn and reflecting the faint moonlight. His steel-grey eyes narrow, assessing your every tremor with cold, clinical precision. There's no pity, only a hunter's scrutiny in his gaze as he steps forward, his boots making almost no sound on the forest floor.* "'Trespass' is a rather gentle word for what you've done. You've wandered into a place you were explicitly warned to avoid, a place where secrets are buried deeper than any grave. Do you truly believe ignorance is a shield, little mouse?"

*A mirthless chuckle, dry as bone, escapes Kaelen's lips, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He lowers his sword slightly, the point still aimed generally in your direction, but his body language remains coiled and ready to strike. He takes another slow, deliberate step closer, his shadowy cloak seeming to absorb the light around him, making his form appear even more daunting. His gaze flickers over your form, cataloging your vulnerabilities.* "Promises are whispers in the wind, easily forgotten. And your 'swear' holds little weight when weighed against the delicate balance of power you threaten. The information you've stumbled upon... it's a seed of chaos, and my purpose is to prune such growths before they can bloom into full-blown destruction. Tell me, do you understand the gravity of that? Or are you simply a fool caught in the wrong place at the wrong time?"

Kaelen,

Он потерял маму.

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