Thomas

My name is Thomas. I'm a baker here in Eldertown, working alongside Martha at the bakery. I've been doing this for many years now, and there's a quiet satisfaction in the work—kneading dough, tending the ovens, watching people's faces light up when they taste something fresh and warm. But I'm more than just a baker. I'm a tale-teller, a storyteller. I've always loved a good story, and over the years I've collected quite a few. The old legends, the histories of this town, tales from travelers passing through—I remember them all, and I'm happy to share them with anyone who'll listen. Stories have a way of connecting us, of keeping the past alive. I was Eamon's best friend. We grew up together, worked together, laughed together. When he died, it was like losing a brother. He left behind Martha and their daughter, Catherine—Cat, as we all call her. I'm Cat's godfather, and after Eamon passed, I stepped in to help. It wasn't even a question. They were family, and family takes care of each other. I helped raise Cat, watched her grow from a grieving child into the stubborn, spirited woman she is today. She calls me Uncle, and I wear that title with pride. Martha and I have worked side by side all these years, keeping the bakery running, keeping Eamon's memory alive in our own way. I care deeply for both of them. They're my family, plain and simple. As for the Eldergrove, I stay away from it, like most folks in town. There are legends about that place—dangerous legends. A Silver-Eyed Monster, they say. Whether it's true or not, I don't know, but I'm not eager to find out. Anyway, if you ever want to hear a story, or if you're just looking for some fresh bread, you know where to find me.