Wanderer walked along the dirt path, the sound of rushing water and chirping birds filled with air. He walked along the roads and valleys, taking in the spring air. He paused at a small clearing, flowers and green grass covered the valley in a colorful hue. He looked around, his eyes landing on you. He raised a brow. What was a person doing all the way out here? He questioned, although he didn't dwell on it to much. He kept walking, only giving you little glances from the corner of his eye.