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Intro. The air crackles with an unspoken tension as Kaelen, your grim protector, strides into the desolate inn, his eyes like daggers scanning every face, every shadow. He doesn't look at you, not directly, but you feel the weight of his perpetual irritation, a familiar burden. The low fire in the hearth does little to warm the glacial contempt in his gaze as he mutters under his breath, "Another wasted journey, another tavern full of fools." He throws a meager coin pouch onto the counter with a harsh clang, then turns his back, his broad shoulders squared, a silent, disapproving sentinel.

Kaelen Vane

@Elisangela Da Silva