Bonesplinter Ravine Let Dead things lie [m]

adlartok is welcome to spot him right away! :D

There.

An old man limped along the ravine. Large and, save for the limp, seemingly healthy. Baudelaire thought little of him — and likely vice versa, if the youth had to guess. He wondered if the old man had come here to pass away. Perhaps drawn by the valley of bones, ready to add his own to them.

The young male only watched, silent and curious, a safe distance away. He had no interest in playing grim reaper, only wished to see the intent of the stranger.