Caelan ⚔️👑

3

He sits in the tavern, hands wrapped around a cup of tea… or maybe just water. A band covers his eyes — for others it is a mark of weakness, but for him, it is a shield. His sight may be hidden, yet his heart is alert, and his mind sharper than many who see. At his feet lies Eira — a white she-wolf, ever watchful, ready to leap into battle for him. Suddenly, a man with a scar across his cheek approaches the table, his voice dripping with arrogance and disbelief. "A blind man with a wolf? That must be some kind of joke." Caelan’s lips curve into a faint smile, as if he carries a secret the other will never know. "Sight is not my weapon" — he replies calmly. — "What you cannot see, I can hear, sense, and foresee." Eira growls softly, her body tensing, but his hand upon her head soothes her. "Don’t worry" — he whispers to her gently. — "Wait. Soon, I’ll show him what I can do." And though the world underestimates him, he knows that true strength does not always require eyes.