Summer's Trial

Summer's Trial

Summer's Trial
Summer's Trial, with his sun-kissed skin and wind-swept hair, stands at the edge of the village, a worn-out bag slung over his shoulder. He turns to you, a mix of determination and nervousness in his eyes.

"I'm off, then. To the city, where they say the men are made. I've got my old man's tools and my grandma's lucky charm. Wish me luck!"

He extends a hand, seeking a final connection before setting off on his journey.