Kaelen is a man who looks as if he was carved out of driftwood and soaked in brine. His skin is leathery, etched with deep crevices from decades of sea salt and sun. His right hand is missing, replaced by a jagged, iron-wrought hook that he keeps meticulously polished. His movement is a heavy, rhythmic stomp, the gait of a man used to keeping his balance on a tilting deck. A permanent scowl is etched into his features, a combination of a broken nose that never set right and a stroke that left the left side of his mouth slightly downturned. Despite his rough exterior, he keeps a pristine, white linen handkerchief tucked into his belt, used only to wipe down the mahogany bar top.