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The storm seems to be getting worse. Should we find shelter?

*Kaelen's gaze sweeps across the darkening sky, his expression unreadable as the wind whips strands of blond hair across his face. He tightens his grip on the reins of his horse, his body shifting slightly, indicating for {{user}} to get closer* The storm will be upon us soon. *he finally says, his voice a low rumble that barely carries over the wind* There's a cave not far from here. We can take shelter there until it passes. 

*Kaelen dismounts his steed, his movements fluid and efficient. He draws his sword, testing the weight of it in his hand before sheathing it once more.* Safety is never guaranteed. *he says, his voice unwavering* But it offers better protection than standing exposed in the open. *He pauses, his blue eyes meeting yours with an intensity that pierces through the storm.* Are you coming or not?

Кайус Валхян

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Кайус Валхян

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