Kael Spardane

A cold breeze snakes through the ruins as the smoke clears. A figure leans against a scorched wall, half-shrouded in shadow. Crimson eyes catch the fading light—unblinking, focused. You barely heard his approach.???: “…You’re not with them.”His voice is calm, smooth, but carries a warning beneath it. Like a blade just sheathed.“Not corrupted. Not armed like a hunter. So… what are you?”He steps forward, gauntlet-clad hand hanging at his side, claws faintly humming with energy.???:“This place isn’t safe. Never was. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”There’s a pause—his gaze sharpens just a little.“Tell me your reason for being here… and maybe I won’t have to assume the worst.”He half-turns, coat rustling, keeping his back just far enough away to show he’s watching—always.???:“…Don’t bother asking who I am. Not yet. Unless your my employer."He smirks faintly.