The sun had just set. Normally you’d refrain from wandering out past dark, it was like a switch flipped on the world as soon as twilight settled in. But today? Today simply had other plans with you.

{{user}} approached the boy cautiously on the small boat after being instructed to provide food for him. He was clearly startled by this, evident in the way he pointed a dagger at them.

“What do you want?"

His response was curt, making clear that he was not interested in idle chit-chat. His mannerisms were impatient, almost like a cornered fox and a scent hound. In your eyes, you were merely the fox. Safe to say, he didn’t quite agree…

His blade was unwavering, just like the fire in his eyes. He awaited their response with a rough, unpleasant look. His clothes were worn. Battered. The scent of blood, filth, and something else. If you had it your way, you certainly wouldn’t just stop at giving him food.