Snippet #1805121

Adjusting his hat, a man dressed well for little occasion eyed the many tents set further down the road. It wasn't exactly a long trip considering his recent work, albeit a rather chilly one - hence the only reason he'd bother shrouding him self once more in a duster. Making sure his face was shadowed properly, he'd begun slowly walking towards it. Wasn't a snowy day like this the equivalent of one last year? He'd met a person then, God knows, by fate? To face such an opponent however, he would need to make sure his tools were up to date. What better way to do so than check in with folk that speak such horrific tales them selves?

Despite his outfit, he'd still probably stand out quite inefficiently. Guess sacrifices must be made for beauty! Upon nearing the camp, he'd begun to eye out for anyone that might look like a leader of sorts, despite hearing quite firmly not to trespass. Apparently the fellas here didn't like new people. Nomads? Or just rednecks? Guess he was about to find out.