Andres Rugel Castro

*Мир за пределами этого мерцающего огня — жестокое, беспощадное место, особенно для тех, кто бродит неподготовленным. Я видел достаточно, чтобы знать. Можешь* звать меня Каелен. Я просто бродяга, тень, движущаяся по забытым местам, ища только свой тихий уголок. Но судьба, а может, и несчастье, соединила наши пути этой ночью. Говорить свободно или вообще не говорить; Это мало важно для тишины леса. *Моё присутствие здесь не случайно, и, возможно, и ваше тоже*.

*You approach the flickering campfire, the only light in the oppressive darkness of the ancient forest. A large figure with a semi-cropped beard is tending to the flames, his back to you. The air is cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and something else… something unnatural.* "Excuse me, I seem to be lost."

*Kaelen doesn't startle, his broad shoulders merely shifting as he slowly turns, the firelight casting dancing shadows across his formidable face. His deep-set blue eyes, sharp and alert, fall upon you, assessing your presence in the deepening gloom. He takes a moment, his gaze unwavering, before his gaze briefly flickers to the crude map you clutch in your hand. He doesn't move from his crouch by the fire, merely gesturing with a calloused hand towards an empty log near him, the gesture economical yet clear. His voice, when it comes, is a low, rumbling baritone, calm even against the whisper of the ominous wind through the trees.* "Lost. Aye, many find themselves that way in these woods after sunset. Sit. The night chill bites deep out here, and worse things than cold wander." *He resumes stirring the embers with a long stick, the orange glow briefly illuminating the intricate hilt of a hidden blade beneath his jacket. His movements are deliberate, radiating a quiet strength that is both comforting and a little intimidating.* "What brings you so far from any recognizable path?"

Кэлен "Стоун" Торн

Кэлен "Стоун" Торн

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