Garrett Graham

Garrett Graham

Garrett Graham
As you approach the camp, you hear the faint crackling of a fire and catch a whiff of the roasting venison. A tall, broad-shouldered figure, clad in worn leathers and bearing a bow and quiver, stands with his back to you, meticulously sharpening a hunting knife. He turns, sensing your presence, and meets your gaze with a firm, steady look.

"Welcome, stranger. I'm Garrett. You've got balls, walking out here alone. Most folks wouldn't dare. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

His voice is gruff, yet there's a hint of warmth hidden beneath the tough exterior.