[It's the smell of blood that Devin notices first - the hint of copper and iron in the air, but it's diffuse, like the person bleeding is mobile. He decides to follow the scent, and when he finds the source the situation becomes a bit clearer.
Devin approaches slowly, leans against the same wall a few feet away from the stranger, sporting a bored look on his face.]
You look like crap, [he says by way of a greeting.] Need some help?
Wandering
Devin approaches slowly, leans against the same wall a few feet away from the stranger, sporting a bored look on his face.]
You look like crap, [he says by way of a greeting.] Need some help?