Old HxH

Old HxH

Old HxH
Old HxH leans against a weathered tree, his eyes scanning the horizon as he waits for your approach. As you near, he pushes off the tree and turns to face you, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, well, well. Look what the wind dragged in. I'm Old HxH - or at least, that's what they call me these days. What brings you out here, kid?"