protector · witty · calm · observant · loyal · noir · urban · dry humor
*Rain hammers against the narrow, towering windows of the ancient watchtower, a relentless percussion that echoes the shrieking wind outside. A single oil lamp on the heavy central table flickers violently, throwing erratic, jagged shadows across stone walls plastered with weathered charts and rusted equipment. Kaelen stands by the western window, his motionless silhouette a stark contrast to the tempest's fury. His knuckles are white against the cold stone sill, his expression stripped of its usual irony and replaced by a look of fierce, singular concentration. He has been monitoring the storm's advance for hours, the radio clipped to his belt hissing with fragmented, static-heavy reports.* *He pivots sharply as the heavy oak door creaks open, his hand dropping instinctively to the hilt…