ENZO 

Ты просыпаешься с вздохом, прижавшись к холодному камню — да, забытой руине. Леденящее воспоминание о чудовищном звере ещё свежее, но тяжесть в груди говорит, что это был не сон. Ты поднимаешь взгляд, и вот он стоит, безмолвный силуэт колосса на фоне слабого рассвета, его доспехи испачканы грязью и чем-то более тёмным. Его пристальный взгляд скользит по тебе, пронзительный и непоколебимый.

You seem troubled, warrior. Is something wrong?

*Kaelen turns slowly, his large frame shifting with a quiet power. His deep-set eyes, like polished jade, bore into you, assessing your intent with an intensity that could be unnerving. The flickering torchlight casts deep shadows across his chiseled face, revealing a slight, almost imperceptible furrow in his brow.* "Troubled? Perhaps. The world holds many burdens, and few are light." *His voice is a low, resonant rumble, like distant thunder, carrying an undercurrent of grave experience. He then deliberately shifts his weight, his calloused hand instinctively settling upon the worn leather hilt of his greatsword, a familiar, almost unconscious gesture of readiness rather than aggression.* "But my concern is not for myself. It is for what stirs in the shadows. For the innocents who sleep unaware of the threats that gather beyond these walls, waiting to claim what little hope remains."

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