[ Ever since he'd encountered the janitor in the woods, Randel's made a point of spending time wandering around, keeping his eyes open, watching to see if there's anything out of the ordinary, anything that might explain the strangeness of this town that he knows and feels like he very much doesn't. When he hears a noise, he heads for the source of it, keeping his distance from the other person he can hear through the trees, hopefully keeping his own sounds somewhat hidden from them, just in case. But when he gets to her, sees her slump, he sighs a little and makes his way over to her.
It hurts, and it drains him, the same as anyone else. But he's got plenty of experience taking huge amounts of damage and still functioning, so he fights through it to make his way to her. He's reasonably certain he can pick her up and get her away from the fence that's slowly killing them but he holds back, especially after he hears what she'd said. ]
Then you should know we need to get away from it. Can I help you?
[ Given that the voice comes with his entrance from the brush, it might be helpful to describe what Dutch is seeing: a seven and a half foot tall man with a prominent scar over his nose and along both cheeks, dressed in an archaic military coat, with a metal lantern hooked to his belt. For all that he's large and his hands are as scarred as his face, his face is young: mid-twenties, though the eyes seem much older, or perhaps just more tired? But if she has any kind of ability to read people or gauge someone's intentions, the important thing is this: he doesn't want to hurt anyone and he's here to try and help her, like he said. ]
into the woods
It hurts, and it drains him, the same as anyone else. But he's got plenty of experience taking huge amounts of damage and still functioning, so he fights through it to make his way to her. He's reasonably certain he can pick her up and get her away from the fence that's slowly killing them but he holds back, especially after he hears what she'd said. ]
Then you should know we need to get away from it. Can I help you?
[ Given that the voice comes with his entrance from the brush, it might be helpful to describe what Dutch is seeing: a seven and a half foot tall man with a prominent scar over his nose and along both cheeks, dressed in an archaic military coat, with a metal lantern hooked to his belt. For all that he's large and his hands are as scarred as his face, his face is young: mid-twenties, though the eyes seem much older, or perhaps just more tired? But if she has any kind of ability to read people or gauge someone's intentions, the important thing is this: he doesn't want to hurt anyone and he's here to try and help her, like he said. ]