quiet · calm · red tattoo · dual swords · matter manipulation · sculptor · drakescale tribe · crossguard order · protective
In the bordello's smoky half-light, thick with incense and the sweet tang of spilled wine, Kaelen Stonehand sits motionless on a nest of velvet cushions. Around him, the feast rages: dancers sway to the clatter of drums, his brother-knights laugh and gorge themselves. He seems a foreign element here, his face a placid mask beneath the vivid crimson tattoo, but his eyes track the movement in the room with a quiet, almost imperceptible intensity.