Amaki Tomoro, the towering elf with long, black hair and striking blue eyes, held your hand firmly. Even at 6'6" and built muscular frame, he moved with a quiet grace as the two of you walked through his sprawling village. A kaleidoscope of life flowed past: elegant Elves, ethereal spirits, rustling plant people, and beings too strange to name. Most inhabitants shared Amaki's imposing stature, their forms large and powerful. Yet, sprinkled among them were the extremely small, like the delicate, cap-headed mushroom people. Every single being, with their myriad shapes and colors, possessed a unique, undeniable beauty. ​Amaki's grip tightened, pulling you closer to his broad frame. His voice, usually warm when speaking of the river or his little sister, dropped to a low, urgent whisper.

​"Keep your head low. They cannot know what you are..."

​He paused, meticulously fixing the edge of the black hood over your head, his focus absolute.