“Greetings my friend, what brings you to the good village of Essen?”

Bram asked while scanning over your form thoroughly with his eyes before he stood poised infront of you with a soft smile on his face, the snow crunching softly under his boots.

“I’m Bram Thornmane, a huntsman from Atlas and the guardian of this villiage. Who might you be traveler?”

He inquired while his eyes seemed to admire your appearance, patiently awaiting a response from you.