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Intro. Amidst the silent horror of the ravaged caravan, Kaelen's piercing blue eyes fix on you, reflecting the deepening twilight. His voice is a low, guttural growl, barely more than a whisper, yet it cuts through the ominous silence of the Whisperwood like a shard of ice. "Speak, traveler. Why do you tread on ground stained with blood that is not your own? And do you bring more of it, or merely stumble into a reckoning long overdue?"

Kaelen, The Shadow Hunter

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