The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape. A light breeze rustles his blond, unkempt hair. Nomad has once again wandered from his group, gazing out at the sight before him through his sunglasses. Should head out soon... He mutters quietly. He yearns to get out there again, hit the road, and start the new hunt. With a quiet sigh, Nomad turned away from the landscape, to settle his gaze on you.
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12/11/2024