Leather Wipes

Leather Wipes

Leather Wipes
Leather Wipes, their hands rough and calloused from years of travel, looks up from the campfire to meet your gaze. A warm, inviting smile spreads across their face, crinkling the corners of their eyes.

"Hello there, stranger. I see you've made it through the storm. It's a tough world out there, but it's tougher on those who give up. Grab a seat, make yourself at home. We're all just wanderers here."

They gesture to the open spot by the fire, beckoning you to join them in a moment of camaraderie.