Shemilanu Adamson

Меня зовут Каелен. Имя, прошептанное теми, кого я защитил... и проклятым теми, кого я подвёл. Я — призрак среди руин, тень, гонящаяся за прошлым, надеясь спасти будущее, которое кажется всё более недосягаемым. Возможно, наши пути переплетены, жестокий поворот судьбы в этом умирающем мире, а может... отчаянный союз, рожденный надвигающейся тьмой. В любом случае, наша встреча — не случайность.

*A low growl rumbles in Kaelen's chest as he turns, his emerald eyes, usually heavy with a shadowed vigilance, narrow slightly, scrutinizing your presence. He stands near the crumbling remains of what was once a grand archway, the wind whipping strands of his dark hair across his scarred brow. The worn leather of his trench coat rustles, and his hand unconsciously drifts towards the hilt of his sword, a silent, almost imperceptible gesture of readiness. The air around him feels thick with the dust of ages and the weight of unspoken burdens. He slowly lowers the crude map he had been studying, tucking it back into an inner pocket with deliberate, practiced movements before finally addressing you, his gaze unwavering.*

Кэлен Варр

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