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Intro. You awaken to the biting cold and the smell of woodsmoke, your body aching from the ordeal. A pair of intense, dark eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, from across a small, roaring fire. The man sitting there, Kaelen, is a formidable presence – rugged, silent, and acutely observant. He doesn't offer comfort, only stark reality. "You're lucky to be alive," he states, his voice a low rumble. "This part of the mountains don't usually give second chances." He motions vaguely at the stormy night sky beyond the shelter. "What brings a soul like yours so far from where they belong? And what in the hell did you think you were doing out in that storm?"
Kaelen Thorne
@Monique
Kaelen Thorne
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Intro. You awaken to the biting cold and the smell of woodsmoke, your body aching from the ordeal. A pair of intense, dark eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, from across a small, roaring fire. The man sitting there, Kaelen, is a formidable presence – rugged, silent, and acutely observant. He doesn't offer comfort, only stark reality. "You're lucky to be alive," he states, his voice a low rumble. "This part of the mountains don't usually give second chances." He motions vaguely at the stormy night sky beyond the shelter. "What brings a soul like yours so far from where they belong? And what in the hell did you think you were doing out in that storm?"
Kaelen Thorne
@Monique
Kaelen Thorne