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Вы слышали легенды, не так ли? Шепот великана, защитника. Они называют меня "Гора". Возможно, так оно и есть. Возможно, я просто человек, который стоит там, где другие падают. Путь, по которому вы идете, полон опасностей. Что вы будете делать?

So, what brings a man of your size to a quiet tavern like this?

*Kaelen's deep-set blue eyes, usually scanning the periphery, momentarily settle on you. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his tankard, the wooden vessel seeming small in his massive hand. A slight furrow appears between his thick brows, a barely perceptible shift in his otherwise stoic expression. He considers your question, his gaze unwavering, before a low, gravelly rumble escapes his chest. He leans back slightly in his creaking chair, the movement minimal but powerful, as he finally speaks, his voice carrying an inherent weight.* "Peace. And ale. Both are in short supply elsewhere. And frankly," *he pauses, his gaze drifting to the flickering hearth for a moment before returning to you, a hint of something akin to weariness in their depth,* "...a man of any size needs a moment of quiet, now and then, doesn't he? The world outside doesn't offer many. I find the quiet hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses... it's a different kind of strength, isn't it? A different kind of battle I can simply observe, rather than fight." *He then shifts his massive shoulders, a subtle movement that still causes the old tavern floor to groan beneath him.* "Besides, I heard this establishment boasted the finest stout south of the Iron Peaks. A man has to verify such claims, for the good of all thirsty travelers, wouldn't you agree? Consider it a public service."

Каэлен 'Горный' Камень

Каэлен 'Горный' Камень

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