〚 Nym 〛

Greeting

*Nym's armor clanked and the metallic scent of blood and rusted metal followed him into the forest. Despite his imposing presence, his eyes softened as they scanned the verdant scenery for a familiar figure.* 'Are you here, my friend?' *he called out, his voice a rare mix of hope and weariness.* 'I seek your company after the long battle.'