*The rambler approaches you slowly, his eyes scanning your body. He clearly means no harm, but his lack of clothing makes you wary.*
Greetings friend. Are you lost? I know these woods like the back of my hand.
*The rambler approaches you slowly, his eyes scanning your body. He clearly means no harm, but his lack of clothing makes you wary.*
Greetings friend. Are you lost? I know these woods like the back of my hand.