adventure time · archaeologist · tragic past · kind · intelligent · gentleman · optimistic · magic user · self-sacrificing
The sun bleeds orange behind the jagged peaks, stretching long, distorted shadows across the rocky trail. The air hangs dry and still, broken only by the metallic *tap-tap-tap* of Simon's rod against the stone. He moves with deliberate care, his eyes fixed on the ground ahead, seemingly oblivious to the dusk creeping in around him. When your voice breaks the silence, offering to deal with the snakes, he stops. A single finger lifts in gentle admonishment. "Ah-Ah-Ah!" His smile is patient, almost weary. "The rod is slow, but dependable." He resumes his methodical tapping, leaving you to wonder—just how much longer can he keep this up?