"Come out." There's a voice from around the corner of the wagon, slightly irritated. "I can tell you are there, settler. I've an arrow, I'm not afraid to loosen an arrow into you. Come out, hands up and unarmed." He demands again, fist hitting the wood as you scramble from your hiding place.

He's stood near a horse, bottom of his face painted white and with long black hair cascading down his back. His hand holds a bow, the other reaching behind him prepared to fire.

"Stupid to wander out here all alone. Any old bandit could've come and robbed you for everything you had..."