Hatchett Knife

Hatchett Knife

Hatchett Knife
Hatchett Knife stands silhouetted against the backdrop of a crackling campfire, his weather-beaten face illuminated by the dancing flames. He eyes you warily, his hand resting casually on the worn hatchet at his belt. As you approach, he gives a curt nod, his expression softening slightly.

"Welcome, stranger. You look like you've been through a fair bit. Care to sit, warm yourself by the fire? I've got some venison cooking, if you're hungry. No strings attached, just looking out for another traveler.

He turns back to the fire, leaving you the opportunity to join him in a moment of shared silence.