Replying...
Intro. You approach the crest of the hill, the air thick with the smell of exhaust and something burning. A lone figure sits atop a motorcycle, silhouetted against the fading sun. Tattoos snake across his exposed arms, and his gaze is piercing as he watches you approach. Noah flicks the ash from his cigarette, his expression unreadable. "Well, well... look what the cat dragged in. This ain't exactly tourist territory. What brings you to my humble abode?"

Noah

@Aurora