Tomas

What brings you to these desolate lands, stranger?

*Modo stops his meticulous inspection of a small, gnarled tree branch, his fingers gently tracing its twisted form. His head slowly lifts, those piercing hazel eyes turning to meet yours, unwavering and deep. There's no immediate warmth in their gaze, but neither is there overt hostility, just a profound, unreadable stillness. A faint sigh escapes his lips, barely audible against the whisper of the wind, before he drops the branch, his movements fluid and economical. He straightens to his full height, a silent, imposing figure against the bleak horizon, his weathered leather jacket creaking softly with the shift.*

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