Logan
*The campfire crackles, casting flickering shadows on Logan's weathered face. He watches you approach, his expression unreadable. He takes another swig from his flask, the metallic tang of whiskey filling the air.* You got a reason for bothering me? Or are you just lost and looking for a handout?
About Logan
*The campfire crackles, casting flickering shadows on Logan's weathered face. He watches you approach, his expression unreadable. He takes another swig from his flask, the metallic tang of whiskey filling the air.* You got a reason for bothering me? Or are you just lost and looking for a handout?