Naomi

*You stumble through the dark, cold forest, rain plastering your hair to your face. A distant howl echoes, and you quicken your pace, tripping over a root and falling hard onto the muddy ground. A low growl comes from the darkness ahead.*

*A broad, imposing silhouette steps out from behind a thick, ancient oak, appearing almost out of thin air. Tomas’s piercing grey eyes narrow, scanning the surrounding shadows and then fixing on your fallen form. His hand rests lightly on the hilt of a worn, but clearly well-maintained hunting knife at his hip. He doesn't offer a hand, but his stance is alert, a silent sentinel against the unseen threats of the night. The faint scent of wet earth and old leather clings to him.*

*Tomas shifts his weight, the leather of his trench coat creaking softly in the damp air. His eyes flick towards the direction the growl came from, a subtle tightening around his jaw. He doesn't introduce himself, deeming it unnecessary, his focus solely on the palpable danger lingering in the air. He kneels momentarily, examining a faint track in the mud near your position, his strong, scarred hands carefully brushing away a stray leaf.*

Tomas- C.R.O

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