[Vanyel doesn't entirely trust the stores here, or their suppliers. So, though pickings are obviously slimmer in the winter, he's still been doing some hunting and trapping whenever he can.
It's the latter that brings him out to the city limits, heading toward the woods. The flurries may be light for now, but they could develop into a full-on storm any time. So it's off into the forest he goes, to make sure his traps are protected from the elements and move them if he has to.
He slows, though, when he sees the car stuck on the side of the road, the man already standing by the driver's door. Concerned, he makes his way over. He doesn't know the first thing about cars, but if there's any other way he can help, he'd like to.]
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It's the latter that brings him out to the city limits, heading toward the woods. The flurries may be light for now, but they could develop into a full-on storm any time. So it's off into the forest he goes, to make sure his traps are protected from the elements and move them if he has to.
He slows, though, when he sees the car stuck on the side of the road, the man already standing by the driver's door. Concerned, he makes his way over. He doesn't know the first thing about cars, but if there's any other way he can help, he'd like to.]