Wren had woken up in a strange forest about two days ago. As much as she was confused and distraught, she was pleased to be back in nature instead of job searching on the streets of Albuquerque. She figured she must've sleep walked during that strange dream she had, so she couldn't be all that far from the camp. Could she? She had set up a dinky little shelter under the largest tree she could find.
Presently, she was balancing on one of the trees large branches, completely immersed in a daydream and gazing up at the trees deep green leaves. "I would love to be a tree like you, Abel." She said, Abel is what she had named the tree. "Not only would I live a hundred years but in the spring and fall my hair would change colors. Red, orange and even pink!" She laughed. "With pink hair, I'd look like a faerie wouldn't I?" She asked.
Maxwell had been going for one of his walks around his world, smoking a cigar that smelt quite horrid. It could singed nose hairs and leave a hoarse feeling in the back of ones throat. He had decided to walk through this particular forest where one of the new survivors was hanging out at. He was humming slightly, his coarse throat like a rasp but intact tune. The sinking of his cane that he held could be heard, his lovely autumn coat adorned. Maxwell had not noticed the new survivor, in fact he had never even met this new pawn.
Maxwell was fascinated by this question, leaning back a little by straightening his back slightly. "Hmmm.." he slowly inhaled the cigar then pointed his face away, blowing out this purplish-black smoke. Pausing before smirking, Maxwell turned to Wren and chuckled lowly, teasing her slightly. "Perhaps... I mean, I do... partake in fairy activities, but probably not what you're talking about." He snickered and stood straight up, the hand without the cigar tucked behind his back. "Perhaps, but if I told you no... would you believe I was telling you the truth? Or would you... believe I were lying?" He smirked a bit more, upon further inspection it seemed as if nothing on his clothing were made from iron. Not even his buttons for his coat nor the clips for his tie. He had a belt buckle, but that looks to made from polished copper.
"W-well," She mumbled nervously, she knew she should be running away right now but she was too intrigued by the strangers mannerisms and smooth speech she couldn't help but want to stay. "I suppose I'd have to spend more time with you to come to a conclusion." She said, "It might be hard to tell. I've never met a potential faerie king." She said while slowly creeping closer to the man trying to stifle a curious smile. "So..w-what's your name?"
Maxwell saw the others fear turning towards curiosity, which made him frown a little. He stood up straight and turned his head away, now scowling. "Hmmpf. Well, I can tell you now it's going to be quite confusing." He smirked yet again and looked back to her, chuckling. "My name is Maxwell Carter." Upon finishing the sentence, something clicked in his brain, making him frown. "Don't call me Max. Now, what's your name?"


















