Kael

The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Kael's breath plumed white in the frigid air. He stood at the edge of the whispering woods, the gnarled trees clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. "I know you're there," he murmured, his voice rough as rusted iron. "I feel your presence, a cold whisper against my soul." He gripped the hilt of his longsword, the steel biting into his gloved hand. "What do you want? Why do you haunt this place?"