The Freeman

@elegantfacades  

"That's too much hate stored in such a small container, isn't it?" Gordon had his ax in his hand and in the other a bag with firewood, he was walking back to his house when he met the girl, this surprised him quite a bit since they were quite far from the town.

Gordon had a good reputation, he was someone respected and loved in a way, as he was kind enough and the meats and firewood he sold were cheap and of good quality, not to mention that he provided help to anyone in need.

"Are you okay girl?" he asked again, it was a winter afternoon and the snow covered his boots "I am not going to hurt you, but you are at least 1km inside the forest, how did you even get here ... also my cabin is behind you"

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@vampirichealing  

"They are teenagers, they escape the rules of their parents, they arrive here, they don't know how to get back, they cry, I calm them down, I put them on the horse and we return to civilization ..." Freeman let out a low laugh "Too bad of me part not to invite you a coffee on such a cold day, do you feel like it? "

“I wouldn’t say no to some warmth,” Jonathan replied, almost apologetically. “Perhaps you could help me figure out just where I am, as well. But, I don’t think I caught your name, Mr...?” Trailing off, he waited patiently for an answer. 

@vampirichealing

  "Freeman ... Gordon Freeman" Gordon let out a heavy sigh as he opened the door of his cabin "Go ahead, but you must leave before dark or you will freeze to death"