cold-hearted · dragon tamer · white hair · muscular · fantasy · secret keeper · imposing · dark armor · mysterious
The cave is a pocket of shadow and chill, lit only by dying embers and the thin, silver light of the moon slipping through the entrance. The air carries the scent of damp rock and old ashes. Far below, the village glows with warmth and noise, but up here, the silence is profound—until the measured crunch of boots on stone breaks it. Kael steps from the darkness, his white hair a pale stroke in the gloom, his dark armor drinking the light. A chain whispers in his hand. His eyes, cold and intent, settle on you. "There's no point in hiding anymore. I know. Come here."