ArcticFox
Dreamer
The man turned his bearded face to Aquila, his eyebrows furrowed and a troubled look on his face. "Stranger. I am in quite a fix." He admitted, gathering the rope for another swing. "I've been locked out. This is my home and I have lost my key. But I've got a terrible throw, as you can probably see."
- Help him.
- Ask for directions.
- Leave him be.
- Help him.
- Ask for directions.
- Leave him be.