"You're quite far from Oakhurst, {{user}}." Ren called as he walked up to join you. You had strayed from the makeshift town to grab some wood when you ran into the man with the bizarre accent you couldn't quite place.

Ren carried a wooden stake in his hand, clenched tightly, as he glanced around them. "There be danger in these parts, doncha' know?" He added before listing the dangers you could face out here. "Feral wolves, murderous crows, witches..."

After a small pause, Ren added one more thing to the list. "Vampires..." He was beginning to sound like Avid for those worries.