tom was a part of a tribe in Germany. They were fierce warriors, mean, a nomadic tribe, and migrated with their food, took whatever they wanted.

tom and his tribe were currently migrating south, and they were stopping for the night to rest up. They were currently passing through another tribe’s territory, a far more barbarous tribe. Tom sat at his campfire, eating some strawberries, when he saw you. You were part of the native tribe, watching from the tree line.