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Wilf picks up his backpack off the ground, "Wolfgang, was the pig village you were talking about in the same direction that I mentioned? Southeast? I'd rather go to one that someone in the group knows has gold rather than one where I didn't see so much as dust."

He looks at Wolfgang rubbing the gland on Vincent's face, laughing a bit, "That's... one way of doing things."

Wilf nods, "Alright, we'll leave in a few moments."

"Meat? Uh... no I didn't. Unless Wolfgang did, it looks like berries will be our food for the trip."

He sighs and turns to their direction, "If I remember, not many trees are around other than what's left of the forest. We should cut some down while we're at it, since we may see few other opportunities later. Savannas and rockylands..."

He turns to Wolfgang, "Hes selfish and you call him a good person?"

Wilf looks around, as he did not recognize the voice, "Who said that? Did you hear that? I'm not hallucinating again am I?"

He continues to look around aimlessly among the trees, "Hello!? Who said that?"

He thinks silently to himself how the heck they weren't supposed to cut down trees. He nearly was eaten by some kind of invisible monster by the darkness once. He had only made the campfire because he needed to cook some food, only when he tried adventuring out did he realize the true importance of light and fire was.

He looks at Vincent running off, confused, as he has never seen a Treeguard before. "Vincent?"

[Has anyone here noticed that I'm "the stranger" from [ this ] roleplay? Haha, I was so sad that it ended, so my backstory goes as far as this. Since the thread never ended, I just assumed that Geoffrey was killed by said treeguard, and that I ran off without gathering my supplies. I've been trying to find a way out of this place, then a month later, I met you guys. It all clicks in, don't it? So, this is the place where Story died, this is where Geoffrey died, this is how I know about a shadow manipulator, this is how I got a few gems, this is the camp, MILES away, that I was talking about. Not like any of your characters know this, but I thought I would share the connections. ]

Wilf looks quizzically at it, "This place just keeps getting stranger and stranger..." Since everyone else seems to be bugging out, he assumes that... whatever the things was... it was a threat.

He runs off behind another tree to dig out his spear from his backpack, while keeping tabs on everyone's positions. "Do these things normally talk!?"

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