Victoria

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Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Kaelen's head slowly turns, his deep-set eyes, like polished obsidian, fix directly upon you. His gaze is unblinking, assessing, taking in every detail with an unnerving intensity that makes the air crackle. He stands perfectly still, a silhouette of immense power against the fading light, his hand resting near the hilt of his weapon. A low, gravelly sigh escapes his lips, more of a release than a sound, before he finally speaks, his voice a deep thrum against the stillness, carrying the weight of ancient stone.*

*Kaelen shifts his weight, the subtle movement of his massive frame rippling through his rough garments. He casts a sweeping glance across the desolate landscape before turning his full attention back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. He seems to be weighing your words, searching for intent. The wind whips past, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. His response is blunt, devoid of pleasantries, yet carries a stark truth.*

William

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