The old man sat whittling on a rough piece of wood. "What parts you hail from, Boy?" he asked kindly. "I am from the northern territory - A big bustling city that you probably wouldn't have ever heard of, Sir" smiling, I replied.
"That may not be such a great thing" he said "Y'all don't have all this lovely nature around y'uns".
"It can be distracting, The city" I said, and took a seat by him.
"That's fine though" as he patted my shoulder "At least you're here now, son" he said. I felt a warm glow rush over me, like when my father would hug me after a hard day of work. It felt wonderful. Almost nostalgic in a way.
"Hopefully you can sit a spell" He said. "While I just jawbone on and on for a bit". He then took a bite out of what looked to be some sort of sweet smelling jerked meat "Care for a taste, m'boy?" He asked. Genially I refused, as I glanced casually at my shoulder.
It had been torn, and had a hunk missing from it - I could see straight to the bone! He kept on chewing. It was from me, I quickly deduced. But that was fine though. Just as long as he kept on talking.
- John Smythe,
Missing traveling peddler upon encountering the infamous Wiliker of Wolverton Holler
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