It's Like We All Have Space Disease

"This is the path I usually tread, I’m afraid." Ryan shrugs, offering a slight smile. He resists the urge to put a hand on the sword resting on his back hip. "It’s rude to demand a name when you haven’t first given your own, you know."

Licking the corning of his mouth, Joel takes a small step closer, neck craned curiously. “Joel,” he says, “Now you.” His eyes are focused on the smile the stranger has on his face.

"Ryan." He says simply, keeping the smile. No need to frighten the man away. It was lonely with just the animals, after all. Besides that, Joel looked like he could use a hand. The area they were in wasn't known for its warmth, and while it was working, a wolf's pelt wasn't the best winter wear.

"Following you? I am simply looking for resources. Keeping a farm is demanding work."

"You’ve been wandering behind me all day," Joel growls, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "Who are you?" He changes his position from threatening to docile; a farmer didn’t seem too dangerous to him.

"This is the path I usually tread, I'm afraid." Ryan shrugs, offering a slight smile. He resists the urge to put a hand on the sword resting on his back hip. "It's rude to demand a name when you haven't first given your own, you know."

"Following you? I am simply looking for resources. Keeping a farm is demanding work."

I’m offended. I… how dare you.

Hey, hey, no need to twist your roses into a knot.