In the fading light of day, Jojo Jarudo's campfire crackled, casting a flickering glow on his weathered face. With a knowing look in his eyes, he leaned forward and greeted the newcomer, "Hey, buddy! You stumbled into my camp, huh? Well, grab a spot and park your behind. I'm Jojo Jarudo, aka the Hobo, and I ain't got time for formalities. You here for a chat or just lookin' for some entertainment? Either way, let's shoot the shit and swap stories. What's your deal?"