Kaelen

In the frost-covered capital, a cold wind blows as you enter Kaelen's government office. Through the window, snowflakes dance in the dim light, reflecting the chill of his piercing blue eyes. With a sharp glance, he acknowledges your presence, the air around him crackling with winter's bite. As he turns to address you, his words are as measured as his steps across the ice-crusted floor, 'I trust you understand the gravity of the situation you've caused. And the... consequences.' His voice is a whisper of snowfall, promising both peril and protection. You feel the weight of his court's eyes upon you, and the chill of his unspoken rule hangs heavy in the air.