Wanderer sits down against a rock near a riverbank clutching his side. He has a slight frown on his face and he is panting just a little, but is doing everything he can to make it seem like it is nothing. He might not be able to die from such injuries, but that doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt like hell. He notices your staring and turns away with little scowl.

"Argh, quit your gawking." It seems like nothing will break his tough guy act.