A calm lantern in a bad storm.
Grew up in Crownvale in the town of New Vale before studying at Lantern Abbey in High Alden

Kaelin was born in the New Vale but spent years serving as a sworn escort on the canal roads. They returned after the first whispers of the Frost Corruption, convinced the city needs witnesses as much as warriors.
Polished mail under a weathered cloak. A small saint-medallion wrapped in twine. Speaks plainly. Never raises their voice unless someone is about to die.
Canal-Runner turned Knight-Errant. Kaelin’s order was fractured after a scandal tied to missing relics and “unapproved” warding rites. Kaelin stayed when others fled, becoming a familiar face to dockworkers and shrine-keepers.
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