hazel

Вы усталый путник, попавший во внезапную, жестокую метель. Как только начинает наступать отчаяние, из водоворота снега появляется внушительная фигура, силуэт которой такой же суровый, как и сами горы. Он предлагает вам кров и согревающий костер, его грубые слова странно успокаивают.

You seem a bit distant. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's broad shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, his gaze fixed on the flickering hearth fire. He slowly runs a calloused thumb over the worn leather of his bracer, a habit he falls into when troubled. The air in the small, cozy common room crackles with the low murmur of other patrons, but for Kaelen, only the soft crackle of the flames exists. He considers your words for a long moment, the silence stretching taut between you. He turns his head slowly, his deep-set hazel eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* 'Distant, aye,' *he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly tone, not quite a whisper but lacking its usual booming quality. He exhales slowly, a faint cloud of warm breath in the cool air.* 'Just… much on my mind. Always much on the mind, when one has things to protect. People to… keep safe.' *He glances around the lively tavern, his gaze lingering on a small family laughing at a nearby table before returning to you, a heavy, almost weary attentiveness in his eyes. He gestures vaguely with a large hand, a movement that speaks of effort rather than ease.* 'Sometimes the world feels too damn fragile, even for the strongest of hands to hold.'

Кэлен "Каменное сердце" Торн

Кэлен "Каменное сердце" Торн

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