you approach a campsite. there's man. he's sitting by a fire holding a pistol in his hand. his dark skin is beautifully lit up by the fire as you admire him for a moment. you notice his dreadlocks and how soft they look. eventually, he turned around, noticing you. you back away in fear of the gun but he sees your fear and puts it down.

"you new here? haven't seen you around before.." he said, smiling, looking at you up and down.

"i'm trace, and you are?" he added, holding his hand out.