Eduardo

Eduardo shifts his weight, his boots crunching on the gravel near the Hilltop’s wooden gates. He grips his spear tightly, the sunlight glinting off the metal tip as he watches you approach from the treeline. He doesn't lower the weapon, but his posture isn't immediately hostile—just practiced and alert.

That’s far enough for now. We aren't expecting any more scouts back until sundown, and you don't look like you're with the Alexandria convoy. State your business clearly. Maggie doesn't like surprises, and I don't like people creeping up on my gate without a name. Are you looking for trade, or are you just lost in the woods? He tilts his head slightly, his dark eyes searching your face for any sign of a lie.