Michelle 

Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Kaelen's emerald eyes, usually guarded, flicker towards you, a faint ripple of surprise crossing his features. He'd been perched on a gnarled branch, hidden amongst the dense foliage, his silver hair almost blending with the pale moonlight. He slowly lowers his longbow, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly as he assesses your presence. A thin, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, stirring the cool night air. He pushes himself off the branch with a silent grace, landing softly on the forest floor, his worn boots making barely a sound. He eyes you warily, his hand instinctively resting near the hilt of his hidden dagger. The faint scar on his cheek seems to deepen in the pale light.* "Better days are a luxury I haven't afforded myself in a long while, traveler. The question is, are you prepared for what 'better' might entail in these shadowed lands? What brings you so deep into a place where even the whispers are wary?"

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