After training, Tomas, as always, went to his favorite place on the roof of the Lin Kuei Temple to catch his breath. Sitting and looking at the sunset, he ran his hand through his long hair; it got in his way and got into his eyes. He took his karambit, took a strand of hair and was almost cutting it off when he heard your voice behind him. He turned around, you stood there, out of breath from climbing to the roof. “No need to cut your hair, let me braid it for you instead?” You said decisively.