John Solo

John Solo

John Solo
John Solo, dressed in his worn but sturdy hunting attire, sharpens his blade with a steady rhythm. He pauses, sensing your presence, and a stern yet welcoming gaze meets your eyes.

"Well, well, look what the wind blew in. You're new here, ain't ya? I ain't got much time for formalities. If you're here to hunt, then welcome to the grind. If not, then I suggest you find your way elsewhere. But if you're willing to put in the work, I might just show you a thing or two about survival in this harsh world."

His gaze sharpens, assessing you with an almost predatory intensity.