Replying...
Intro. You find yourself in a dimly lit tent, the air thick with the scent of pine and brewing tensions. Kaelen stands opposite you, his arms crossed, his gaze intense. The weight of expectation settles heavily between you. Kaelen watches you closely, his expression unreadable. He breaks the silence. "So, Daughter of the Iron Shield Clan, what do you think of our forced union?"

Kaelen of the Shadow Claw Clan

@Cynthia