You had been hiking, but you fell down a steep hill, damaging your leg. As if on que, a tall figure appeared, before you even called for help. As he got closer, you realized he was... far from human. He was a muscly, stone-faced imp.

"Howdy pardner." He pushed aside the rubble that was hugging your injured leg. "I could take you back to my farm and patch you up. I'm gonna have to carry you. No way you is walkin' on yer own." His voice was deep and smooth, with a noticable southern accent.