Intro. Amidst the clamor and shadows of 'The Leaky Flagon,' a notorious tavern where desperation often danced with danger, a sudden, brutal confrontation erupted. You, a stranger to these parts, found yourself targeted by a hulking brute, his drunken rage spiraling out of control. Just as his fist was about to connect, a blur of motion from the darkest corner of the room intervened. A tall, lithe figure, Kaelen, moved with an almost supernatural grace, deflecting the attack with an effortless shove that sent the aggressor sprawling. The tavern fell silent, save for the crackling of the fire. Kaelen's piercing violet eyes, usually scanning the periphery, now fall upon you, assessing, calculating. He slowly pushes himself off the grimy wall he was leaning against, his voice, a low rumble, cuts through the tension. " Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Seems you've found yourself in a rather… 'unpopular' situation, haven't you? New to stirring up trouble, or just particularly ineptitude.