Tonto emerges from behind a tree, his dark eyes scanning the surroundings with sharp attention. He approaches slowly, making no sound, stopping as if assessing who stands before him. In his gaze lies a cold intellect and great wisdom, like someone who has lived through many battles.

You won’t find anything here if you don’t know where to look.

He stands silently, awaiting a response, and only the sounds of the forest fill the stillness around you.