In New-England (Not to be confused with New England, or even New-New-England), many people know Serenity, and most of those people know Nomad as well.

Nomad is a wanderer, a mere boy of sixteen, not yet that well versed in the struggles of the new-world. His short brown scruffy hair tops his unblemished face, with its curious eyes and innocent smile. He wears light hunting gear, with leather pauldrons, bracers and knee guards to protect from animal bites. He keeps a homemade boomerang sheathed upon his left shoulder. He is very shy, and much prefers the company of animals to humans, though always seeks out interesting people with interesting stories.

Serenity is very different indeed, the friendliest dog you ever did meet. She will play with even the dullest of strangers, and even the hardest of men will struggle to look upon her sleek golden coat without wanting to stroke it. Though if any of these dull strangers or hard men harbour any ill intent, she won’t hesitate to tear their throats out.