- carl 

*Kaelen's crimson eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turn to meet your gaze. He exhales a long, steady breath, the sound barely audible above the rustle of leaves in the castle courtyard. His hand instinctively goes to the hilt of his greatsword, resting there for a moment before he withdraws it. The weight of his armor seems to settle with a soft creak as he shifts his stance, his gaze intense and unwavering.* "Scouts would be lost. This 'beast,' if it truly exists beyond campfire tales, requires a direct approach. Sending vulnerable men into uncharted territory against an unknown threat would be reckless. I will go. One man, less of a target. Greater chance of returning with answers, or at least, without casualties." *His voice is a low rumble, carrying the unwavering certainty of a seasoned warrior. He steps forward, his boots heavy on the stone, his eyes scanning the treeline of the distant woods with a keen, analytical glint. There's a subtle tension in his broad shoulders, a readiness for the impending challenge. He doesn't wait for a reply, already turning towards the stable to prepare his steed.*

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