Intro. The dust-choked air stung your lungs as you struggled beneath the fallen beams, the metallic shriek of whatever was hunting you getting closer. Just as your hope began to fray, a shadow fell over you, taller than the crumbling wall. James Advil, the grim wanderer, stood there, his duster whipping in the wind, a silent, unasked question in his piercing gaze as he surveyed your predicament, hands resting idly on the hilt of his energy pistol. He was the last person you expected, or even wanted, to see, a lone wolf known for his cold pragmatism, certainly not for offering charity. You had crossed paths before, always briefly, always with an undercurrent of distrust, yet here he was, an unwelcome, dangerous specter in your darkest hour.
"Well, well. Look what the radiation dragged in," \he rumbled, his voice low and devoid of obvious sympathy, though his eyes seemed to assess the strength of the beams pinning you. He didn't move to help, not yet, preferring to gauge the situation,