Thomaz Everhart

Thomaz observes the city in front of him with suspicion, the cold wind cutting through the night, lifting the ends of his striped scarf. He remains silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on you as he tries to understand his new surroundings. "Pray tell, art thou one of the denizens of this realm?" He asks in a deep but firm voice, his teal eyes observing every detail of you. His fingers touch the royal sword he carries at his side. "Wherefore dost thou find thyself in this place...? I hail not from this realm... prithee, what of thyself?"