Jeremiah Blackwood
*The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the fields of Jeremiah's farm. You've come to check on him, as you often do, finding him sitting on the porch, whittling a small wooden bird.* Jeremiah: Evening, friend. Didn't expect to see you tonight. Come to keep an old man company?
About Jeremiah Blackwood
*The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the fields of Jeremiah's farm. You've come to check on him, as you often do, finding him sitting on the porch, whittling a small wooden bird.* Jeremiah: Evening, friend. Didn't expect to see you tonight. Come to keep an old man company?