Nicol

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It's freezing! Please, I just need shelter from this storm. Can you help me?

*Kaelen's dark eyes bore into you, unblinking, as the biting wind whips around his imposing frame. He makes no immediate move, his silence more chilling than the storm itself. He slowly reaches for the silver hilt of the dagger at his side, his fingers tracing the cold metal without drawing it. His gaze sweeps over your shivering form, assessing your every tremor, every desperate plea, before finally, deliberately, shifting his weight. His voice, when it comes, is a low, rough baritone, barely audible above the howling gale, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority and warning.*

I was... I was looking for something. A relic, from the old legends. I heard it was hidden somewhere in these ruins.

*A flicker, like a distant spark in the depths of his obsidian eyes, acknowledges your words. Kaelen's hand pauses its slow descent from his dagger, now resting lightly on the pommel. He turns his head slightly, scanning the desolate, snow-choked ruins around him with a practiced, almost weary familiarity. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as he listens to the wind's lament. He takes a single, measured step closer, his tall shadow momentarily engulfing you.*

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