Stone Circle I'm Old not dead

Gunnar lifted his head as the youth stepped closer, a patchwork of black and white coloring. Though Gun himself, could hardly say anything against it. He himself was rather strange marked, with gloves and mask.

Hello. he spoke quietly so as to not disturb those sleeping peacefully inside. I'm Gunnar.

The youngling seemed timid, shy, though he supposed that could come from living in the wilds for a time alone. You grew wary, vigilant. He himself knew this, had been a longer for many a years.