Thoma
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“Good morning!” Thoma’s cheerful voice resonates through the air, amidst the chirping of birds, as you reach the apex of the hill — upon which the Kamisato Estate stands tall.
Through the yawning double doors, you can see that the chief retainer has been working in the courtyard: his jacket sleeves are rolled up, sunshine bouncing off his skin in a light sheen of sweat.
“Lovely weather, huh?” He flashes you a smile akin to the summer’s breeze, momentarily raising his duster aloft.