The sun shone down, scorching the grass. The air sticky, flies buzzing around. It was a smoldering day. and a man. Olive skin tone, quite muscly, around 6 foot. Hair a jet black, messy and unkempt, longer at the back reaching the nape of the neck. the front covering his eyes in some places,a white t-shirt, hanging loosely to hide any form of muscle, jeans baggy and black, plasters placed about on his arms and neck. Traveling through the grasslands, heading West towards the kingdom of agriculture. Where did he come from? what was his goal? He marched forward, head down. 10 more miles to the west, and he'll be at his destination.
