"Oh ... I really don´t mean to intrude" Theron stuttered, as he gazed upon the walls of the tent, filled with various items. Some doubtful thoughts crossed his mind, which were quickly brushed away by the thought of a warm shelter. He try to pull himself togheter and after a few streched moments of silence he spoke - "Well its been a long time since I have had a decent rest, but maybe in echange for my story, could I trouble you for some food?".
After he few moments of silence he continued - "Well, it all started the day my parents died when I was just a little boy. It was a simple robbery. They even gave up their belongings but still were killed." Therons stared into the distance, for a few moments, collecting his thoughts and pushing his sadness away. Then he continued - "I have been travelling for several years now, still trying to find their killers and bring them to justice. I have travelled far and lived mostly of scraps and working odd jobs." Theron sighed. He had been travelling for several years at this point, and had several scars scattered across his body to prove it.
After a bit of pondering, he took out his flask and chugged the rest of his cheap liquor down in one big gulp. Then Theron spoke - "So, now that you have heard mine, its only fair that you tell me your story over a meal!"

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