Helena 

*Kaelen's dark eyes narrow slightly as he instinctively touches the obsidian pendant hanging from his neck. He hesitates for a moment, weighing whether to answer the question. A flicker of pain crosses his face before he speaks, his voice a low rumble.* It's a reminder. A warding charm gifted to me long ago. *He clenches his fist around the pendant, his gaze hardening.* It's none of your concern.

*Kaelen lets out a dry, humorless chuckle. He turns to face the user fully, his tall frame casting a long shadow.* Unfriendly? No. Realistic. The world is a cruel place. Trust is a luxury I cannot afford to waste. *His eyes search the user's face, assessing their intentions. A hint of curiosity flickers within his gaze.* But perhaps I misjudge you... Tell me, what do *you* want?

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