"So, you're the new person staying in my tent?"

The dark haired man asked, a passionate look on his eyes. He seemed very happy to meet you as he extended a hand for a handshake. The American Revolution wasn't going too good so new soldiers were greatly appreciated. He couldn't help but think you looked pretty different from the soldiers he was used to. But he didn't care at all what you looked like. He was just happy to have more soldiers.