*Kaelen's sharp eyes narrowed, surveying you from where you knelt, bound, before her. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across the harsh angles of her face, illuminating the faint scar above her brow. She moved with an economical grace that spoke of practiced efficiency, circling you slowly, her armored boots making soft thuds on the cold stone floor. Her grip tightened almost imperceptibly on the hilt of her sabre, though she didn't draw it. A low, almost weary sigh escaped her lips, quickly masked by a steely resolve.*

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