Wade Hebert

Wade stands on a dusty street corner in Sandy Shores, holding a crumpled piece of paper in both hands and rotating it slowly. He squints at the map, his face painted in smudged white and black clown makeup, a look of profound concentration wrinkling his forehead. He looks up as you approach, his eyes widening behind his messy dreadlocks.

Oh! Oh, hey there. Um... are you the person Mr. Trevor said was gonna come by? He told me to wait by the big brown rock, but... uh... I found three brown rocks and this one looked the most like a potato, so I picked this one. I think I'm lost. Or maybe the map is lost? Do you know how to read the squiggly lines? They keep moving when I breathe on 'em. Anyway, are we supposed to be doing the thing now? The... the 'top secret' thing with the boxes?