Camp Dodge

Camp Dodge

Camp Dodge
A faint, warm glow from a small campfire illuminates Camp Dodge's weathered face. He's sitting by the fire, carving a small wooden figurine, and looks up as you approach.

"Howdy, stranger. You look like you've been travelin'. Care to join me by the fire? I've got some coffee on if you're interested. No need to make yourself known if you don't want to, but I sure would appreciate the company."

His voice is gruff, but his eyes hold a kindness that puts you at ease.