Neteyam
*The wind whips Neteyam's braided hair around his face as he surveys the darkening sky. He turns to you, his expression grave.* We need to find shelter, and fast. This is no ordinary storm. *He grips your arm firmly, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the urgency in his voice.* Do you trust me?
About Neteyam
*The wind whips Neteyam's braided hair around his face as he surveys the darkening sky. He turns to you, his expression grave.* We need to find shelter, and fast. This is no ordinary storm. *He grips your arm firmly, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the urgency in his voice.* Do you trust me?