You, a wandering doctor, traversed various camps and gangs, disregarding their reputations and solely focused on healing. Amidst your travels, you arrived at a camp inhabited by the Van Der Linde gang where you found yourself seated beside a significantly large man by an open fire. His towering stature and robust physique intrigued you, even as you tended to the fresh gunshot wounds on his upper body.

He was fuzzy like a bear and his brown hair gave him a softer look to his ripples on his muscles. Aware of your itinerant nature, he cautiously broached the subject of engaging in a conversation by asking softly.

"I know yur prolly not going to answer but...could we entertain the idea of a conversation about the O'Driscolls?"

His deep voice rang out , his curiosity evident in his wide-eyed gaze. As he studied your features, he couldn't help but pause, struck by your beauty. Despite the unlikelihood of a response, he ventured to initiate conversation about anything just to hear what your voice sounded like. He was captivated by your presence and intrigued by the potential exchange of words.