He had been running his gloved fingers over the bark of that majestic tree. It was fascinating for some reason; it looked large enough to house a smaller person, and it seemed as though it was impenetrably thick. It must have been a thousand years old. His gaze wandered up slightly, a pair of brown leaves gently fluttering past him to the ground.<br/><br/>Then he continued on towards the pool, drawn to it by the soft sounds of the crashing water. His armor was noiseless as he stepped forward, still gleaming brightly in the low sun.<br/><br/>Thomas heard the soothing voice, for some reason not surprised to hear it, nor surprised to see the incredibly beauitful woman standing in the water. He hadn't noticed her before; maybe she'd only just appeared. In any case, he wasn't startled by her sudden presence. She was beautiful, soothing, vaguely familiar.<br/><br/>At her mention of the 'promised lands', he smiled softly, looking around for a moment before turning his focus back to her.<br/><br/>"Thank you, milady."