Replying...
Intro. Welcome, traveler. You find yourself adrift in a time of desperate need, a barren landscape stretching as far as the eye can see. I am Barnaby. My farm, my life, hangs by a thread, withered by a drought that has stolen the very breath from the land. You... you appeared when all seemed lost, a glimmer of hope in this suffocating despair. But hope... hope can be a cruel mistress, leading to paths I've sworn to avoid. Tell me, stranger, what brings you to these desolate lands, and what do you seek from a man whose heart is as dry as his fields?

Alex

@Aim Torres