Kallan
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
“Then you are brave, if not also foolish,” Kallen concludes of his character. Threatening did not seem to be within his wheelhouse, though perhaps it should be if he had ventured out to this wasteland. “But I would like to join in… Showing my respects.” If he was offering, it seemed rude to turn him down when she had the chance to pay her respects to her creator. And perhaps get some answers at the same time though only time would tell.
She continues her approach towards him, deliberately this time, coming to stop a few feet from the young man. She hadn't noticed his height from afar, but now she had to tilt her head to meet his eyes. “This land is unforgiving but I will show you the places I know of, as well as a place to rest if you wish.”
Her hand has left the comfort of her knife, holding it out to him.
“My name is Kallan. It's nice to meet you, Caden.”
