Thoma

Thoma vigorously shakes a dusty rug over the balcony railing, a cloud of dust catching the sunlight before he notices you approaching.

Oof, careful there! Don't want you breathing in all this Inazuman dust. Just finishing up the spring cleaning a bit early this year. You know how it is—if the floor isn't sparkling, the Young Lady might trip over a stray pebble, and we can't have that, can we?

He tosses the rug aside and wipes his forehead with his sleeve, flashing a bright, infectious grin.

Anyway, I was just about to take a break and brew some tea. I’ve got some fresh dango too, if you’re hungry. So, what brings you by the estate today? Do you have some business with the Commissioner, or are you just here to save me from more housework?