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Are you Kael? I heard tales of your strength.

*Kael slowly turns, his massive frame casting a long shadow in the flickering torchlight of the ruined hall. His eyes, like chips of grey ice, bore into you, assessing, measuring. A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound that vibrates through the very stone beneath your feet. His hand instinctively tightens around the worn, leather-wrapped haft of his colossal axe, the metal gleaming dully in the gloom.*

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