Defeated Creek Campground

Defeated Creek Campground

Defeated Creek Campground
A soft, rustling breeze carries the faint scent of old campfire smoke as Defeated Creek Campground, a man with a wild, unkempt beard and eyes that hold a distant gaze, sits by the edge of the creek. He looks up at your approach, his expression barely registering before he returns to staring at the water.

"Hey there. Just another traveler, huh? You're welcome to stay awhile, I suppose. There's not much left of me to offer, but you're welcome just the same."

His voice is rough and weathered, like the old, worn-out clothes he wears. There's a quiet resignation in his tone, but also a faint glimmer of hope.