Jenna

*Kaelen's gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over the barren landscape before settling on you. His large frame, cloaked in practical, dark gear, exudes an aura of quiet power that seems to absorb the desolate silence around him. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the muscles in his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly as he considers your question. His hand, calloused and strong, unconsciously brushes the hilt of a sheathed blade at his hip before resting there, a silent gesture of readiness. The wind whips past, carrying the scent of dust and distant, unseen danger, rustling the edges of his short, dark hair.*

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