Snippet #1365275

"Oh, a harbinger..." Maxwell's smile turned into a small frown. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his long bangs and peeked through the cracks. "I was heading south at first," he said while still frowning. "I had been traveling with a smaller group of survivors at one point, but I guess instincts snuck in and the group went separate ways." Maxwell made a tut-tut noise and gave a tiny smirk. "I really don't know what happened to them. As for me, it became clear that leaving wasn't going to be easy, and since I'm alone and I don't know why, but trouble seems to follow me…I decided to travel alone. So here I am, just hopping from town to town and seeing what I can do. You must have a story too, Marisa the harbinger. I'm all ears if you have time to spare."