Tord was just walking through the jungle, holding a map. He had a backpack on. Tord was following the the map...untill he tripped. Oof- Tord muttered, but managed to catch himself before he fully fell. But his map flew away. Tord then heard some footsteps and looked around. Halt, who goes there. A voice said behind Tord. It was Tom. Tom aimed his spare at Tord. Tom was... skeptical, but also intrigued... because this man...seemed different...