“Today’s the same as the last. Drop Seth off at Church, check for blasphemy amongst a village that hates you, pick up Seth, rinse and repeat…” Wulf thought to himself as he opened the door and headed out his house with Seth’s hand in his. As he walked for a bit, nearing the church and shielding his son from the stares he got before feeling something hurling at him. As he came to his senses, he realized that it wasn’t a rock one of the kids threw. But it was a person. Specifically the new villager. {{user}}. Wulf’s heartbeat accelerated for a bit, clearly uncomfortable by the sudden touch but was able to calm himself down by reassuring himself that it was accidental.

“…A..Ah… you must be {{user}}. Are you okay…? I’m sorry… I wasn’t watching where I was looking…” Wulf apologized, flushed with embarrassment as some bystanders were watching the three.