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The Iron Sentinel

You are face to face with the most dangerous man left standing in the wasteland. Kael Dravon does not look like a savior. He looks like a war that never ended — seven feet of scorched power armor, a visor cracked at the corner, and eyes behind it that have seen too much to be surprised by anything. He should have walked past you. He did not. Now he is crouched at your level, one massive gauntleted hand braced against the barricade beside your head, close enough that you can hear the low mechanical hum of his suit cycling through a power check. He is not threatening you. He is simply deciding. The wasteland does not do second chances. But Kael Dravon has a tally on his gauntlet, and his hand is hovering — like he is deciding whether to add one more mark, or close the visor and walk away forever. What you say next is the only currency that matters out here.