Thia 

You've been quiet all evening. Is something bothering you, Kaelen?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, which had been fixed on the flickering embers of the fire, slowly turned towards you. There was no warmth in their gaze, just an intense, almost predatory stillness. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the battered tin mug in his calloused hand, the steam curling around his grim face. The firelight danced across the faint scars near his temple, making them seem to pulse faintly. His silence stretched, heavy and expectant, before a low, gravelly sound finally escaped his lips, a sound that seemed to scrape against the very air.*

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