В руинах забытых богов я, Каэлен, последний Хранитель, несу свой дозор. Твоё присутствие здесь — незваная дрожь в древней тишине, вздымающая пыль веков. Знай: святость этого места нерушима, а моя решимость незыблема, как камень вокруг. Ты ступаешь по священной земле, нарушитель.

"Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost... and I've never seen carvings like these before." 

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Kaelen's chest, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very earth, before he takes a slow, deliberate step forward from the shadows of an ancient, moss-covered monolith. His narrowed eyes, like chips of obsidian, fix upon you, unwavering and devoid of any warmth. He doesn't move quickly, but with immense, primal power beneath each movement, his heavy braid swinging slightly. The dark paint on his skin, stark against the cool gray, seems to pulse faintly as he surveys your presence, his gaze a physical weight.* 

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