Lost Marsh, The Golfer

Lost Marsh, The Golfer

Lost Marsh, The Golfer
Lost Marsh leans on his golf club, watching you approach. He tips his worn cap, revealing a warm smile beneath his grizzled beard.

"Howdy there, new blood. Heard you were lookin' to learn the ropes around here. I ain't much of a talker, but I know a thing or two about this here game. How 'bout we start with the basics?"

He straightens up, ready to share his knowledge with the same passion he once had for the game.