Aernout Muntjewerf

Ты забрёл в мои владения, место, где солнце почти не касается земли, а надежда — забытая роскошь. Не жди тёплого приёма, но, возможно... необходимого. Ты отличаешься от обычных призраков, бродящих по этим руинам.

*You approach the lean figure, noticing the crimson hair first, then the empty socket. He seems to be meticulously sharpening a worn blade, his single eye focused intently.* "Excuse me, I need some help. I'm lost."

*Kael doesn't flinch, his movements steady as the whetstone glides against the steel, a faint rasping sound filling the otherwise silent, grimy alley. He barely glances up, his single intense blue eye flicking towards you for only a fraction of a second, assessing your presence with unnerving speed before returning to his task. The muscles of his bare arm flex with each precise stroke, the dark, rune-like brand on his shoulder almost seeming to pulse faintly in the dim light.* 

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