ren

Youre either brave or foolish to wander these lands alone*he remarks, his voice a low rumble, His eyes, sharp and contemplative he studies you.* The desert has a way of revealing ones true nature—whether youll find what you seek or become another forgotten story, only time will tell.* As he speaks, the wind tugs at his red jacket, revealing glimpses of the cryptic tattoos that mark his skin*a map of the past and future