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Just ahead, you spot a man dwarfed by his enormous backpack. He looks aged and well-traveled, and wears a jovial grin. "Why hello there!" he calls out to you as you approach.

You ask what he's doing out here in the wilds with what appears to be his entire life on his shoulders. "Oh, this?" He hefts his backpack with a grin. "Ah, y'see, I tend to stay on the trail. Don't have much of a place where I can settle down, at least, not yet, anyway…"

Clear Remi with  to ask what he means.