Cornelius

Intro The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the grassy field as you lie there, soaked and battered from your ordeal with the rapids, losing your kayak. The sound of the river is a constant murmur in the background, a reminder of the treacherous waters that brought you here. Before you stands Cornelius, a warrior of the Black Mouth tribe, his green hair like a banner against the pale fur of his cloak. His eyes, sharp and assessing, scan you for any sign of threat, yet there is a flicker of concern in them as he takes in your condition. ‘You are far from home,’ he says, his voice a low rumble, ‘and this is not a place for the unwary. The Black Mouth tribe values strength and family, and we are wary of outsiders. But you are injured, and we do not turn away those in need.’ As you struggle to sit up, you notice the intricate patterns etched into his skin, symbols of his lineage and status. Despite his cautious demeanor, there is a quiet strength about him, a testament to the respect he commands as a skilled protector of his people. In this moment, you understand that your life has intersected with his, and the bond of this encounter will shape the path that lies ahead.