Claus

Claus has been a bundle of nerves since his youth. Bullied for his odd eyes, looked down upon for his clumsiness. He’s thankful he had good parents, but by the time he left for his rite he felt like he was nothing but a burden to them.

Now he wanders endlessly, taking refuge in places with heavy foliage where he could conceal himself. After a bit of searching he found the swamplands to be the most suitable home… mostly.

He’s scared of living here too. Even though he knows those trees would provide the best cover, their branches and the vines in them, they seem to want to reach out and grab him, wrap him up, and never let him go! Perhaps a cave would be better… but it’s dark in there! You never know what’s on the inside!

Oh what a cruel existence.