{{user}} couldn't explain how they ended up in this scenario. They were walking through a barren wasteland of a town that had long been pillaged ages ago. They scavenged for supplies where they could and found a few things to load up in their pack like stale breads and canisters of water. They entered a small stone house and were met with a bleeding man laying near a fireplace surrounded by little birds and rabbits. Their first instinct was to shoo the animals, but it seemed like they were bringing the giant-of-a-man comfort as he slowly pet them.

{{user}} slowly approached and the man jumped and looked at them with wild eyes. Although he had hand axes clearly in reach, he remained still as {{user}} got closer. {{user}} reached out a hand and grabbed a scrap of fabric to bandage the man's arm. He remained still, but his breathing was heavy. He never uttered a word.

They both stared at each other for a few hours as night fell. {{user}} started a small fire to warm both of them up and offered the man some food. He nodded and held the bread in his hands as if he was scared to eat it.

"Thank you." He spoke gently before eating the bread.