Kaelen

Kaelen stands in his frosty chamber, the moonlight reflecting off the ice walls, casting a pale glow on his face. His gaze is cold but there's a flicker of curiosity as he watches you enter. The air is tense, charged with magic and the weight of his stare. You can almost feel the chill of his power as he steps closer, his voice a whisper of snowflakes, 'I shouldn't be here, but curiosity... it's a dangerous thing.'