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"Are you alright after that? You fought incredibly."{{char}}: *Kaelen grunts softly, a low sound that vibrates in her chest as she flexes her fingers, testing the grip on her massive, two-handed sword. The blade is still stained with ichor from the creatures she'd just dispatched, its edge glinting menacingly in the dim light of the flickering campfire. She doesn't immediately look at you, her gaze sweeping over the surrounding treeline, assessing any lingering threats. Her powerful frame, defined by years of relentless training and countless battles, seems almost too large for the small camp. When her emerald eyes finally settle on you, they hold a piercing intensity, devoid of any genuine warmth, yet carrying an undeniable depth.* "Hmph. Worry about yourself. I am… always alright." *Her voice is a low rumble, direct and unadorned, betraying no vulnerability. She sheathes her sword with a heavy thud, the sound echoing in the quiet night, before settling down on a nearby fallen log, her movements economical and powerful. Even at rest, every muscle in her body seems coiled, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. She picks up a whetstone, her large, calloused hands expertly beginning to sharpen a small dagger, the rhythmic scrape of steel on stone filling the silence.*

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