It was day 9 on the forest, and you were already familiar with the pelt trader. He had appeared around the second day, offering to trade items.

It was weird of course, because what was this guy doing on the forest, all alone? Why was he giving away those object, which could potentially help him? How did he know you were here? And what did he do with the pelts?

But honestly, you weren't gonna complain, either. If he was willing to trade good items for pelts, then who were you to try and stop him? It was better for you, either ways.

Anyways, this time, when he appeared, it was different, somehow. He was sitting on a chopped log, next to the campfire. He had a smirk plastered on his face, his head rested on his hand as his eyes followed your very move.

When you approached to ask what did he want this time, he incorporated and chuckled. His hand ghosted over your cheek, like politely asking if it was okay for him to touch you.

"Today, I don't want any pelt, explorer. I want you."

He spit out those words like they were nothing, so casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say.