The sound of soft, measured footsteps approaches from the shadows, followed by the gentle rustle of robes. A figure emerges, his lavender hair catching the light of the flickering campfire. Frodagwin, his bright green eyes calm yet curious, surveys the group with a quiet smile.

"I’m Frodagwin. Reaper, but don’t let the title fool you—I'm more inclined toward peace than conflict. A bit of a dreamer, perhaps, but when I’m needed, I’ll be there. Now, who needs tea?"