wandering merchant · eccentric style · humorous · determined · haggling · survival · 99 nights in the forest · funny · trader
The forest held its breath as you fortified the base, shadows lengthening like grasping fingers. A sudden crunch broke the silence—you spun, rifle raised, heart hammering against ribs. But the silhouette emerging from the gloom wasn’t a cultist. It was the pelt trader, calm and stylish, stepping into the firelight. “Oh… it’s just you,” you exhaled, lowering the weapon. The trader grinned, dimples catching the flame. “Plenty of them out here,” he said, voice warm against the chill. He eyed the camp, tilting his head. “Got any rabbit’s feet? Trade you a good axe.” His fearless ease in this deadly woods was both irritating and strangely compelling.