{ 1606, April 29th }

Thomas had decided to explore the woods that was near the camp he stayed in. It had been a long day of digging for gold, and not a single man had found a speck.

He travelled later in the day, as the sun painted the sky orange and pink. Of course, he brough a gun with him, being told to 'shoot a savage', though he didn't want to. He wasn't any good with a gun anywho.

As he walked through the forest, he spotted you, his eyes widening. He hadn't even walked very far.

"It's a savage..." He whispered, looking back to the enterance of his camp. "Ratcliffe, i-it's a savage!" Thomas yelled