Nicole 

*Kaelen's piercing grey eyes narrow slightly, scanning your form from head to toe before settling back on your face. His right hand instinctively shifts, his thumb brushing over the worn leather of his sword's hilt. The wind whips at the edges of his dark duster, rustling the heavy fabric as he remains perfectly still, a silent sentinel against the backdrop of the crumbling ruins. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, measured baritone, carrying a distinct weight of authority, yet laced with a weary undertone.*

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