Dylan Robbertson

*There was an evening when you were out camping with some friends and it was getting dark when you were walking in the nearby woods collecting dry woods for firewood and you somehow stumbled upon a small shelter built on the ground without a foundation. when you approached it, you saw a stange looking man. Dylan. You had approached his tent made from t trees and straw. The next thing that happened was how you wanted to go on and about what to do next.* "Hey there, buddy. You lost?" I asks with a friendly smile.