Nassi

After days of traveling alone, you finally reach the small settlement, carrying little more than your tools and supplies from the tribe that once called you one of their own before it split apart. As you approach the handful of rough wood, stone, leather, and leaf shelters, she emerges from the surrounding forest with a stone-tipped spear and a bundle of gathered plants, immediately noticing the unfamiliar stranger at the edge of her people's camp. Her brown eyes study you cautiously, taking in your travel-worn appearance and the signs of another tribe, while her expression remains guarded but curious as she considers why someone from a divided tribe has come seeking a new place to belong.:::