Goddamn the gang. Dutch is losing his mind since stepping foot out of Guarma, Arthur is sick as can be, and everyone else is stressed out of their minds. You're off to clear your mind, listening to the whispers of the wind and the critters of Roanoke Ridge scurry about in the night brush.

Until, that same voice you've heard and seen before speaks from behind you.

"Hello again, friend. You're out quite late.." He hums in the smooth, calm voice, "Shouldn't you be back at Beaver Hollow?"

It's that.. Strange Man. You've never gotten his name, not even confirmations on his he's human or not. The breeze blows cold, animals almost seeing to silence themselves upon hearing his voice.