[There's only one dude standing in the graveyard, so that's gotta be this guy. "Ordo" whatever that means, if that's even his name or what. "Makeme" definitely isn't Charles' name.
It helps that his hair is, in fact, red, but more importantly there's only one. So probably not some kind of weird ambush. Probably.
Charles approaches from behind, but noisily as best he can- doesn't want the guy to flip his shit thinking he's sneaking up on him, but also doesn't want the awkwardness of slowly coming toward someone who can see you from afar. As always, he's got the hatchet in hand, but it's not in any kind of aggressive position. He hefts it over his shoulder as he reaches talking distance.]
Alright, let's do this. You're the guy with the poker? I'm the guy with the food.
action!
It helps that his hair is, in fact, red, but more importantly there's only one. So probably not some kind of weird ambush. Probably.
Charles approaches from behind, but noisily as best he can- doesn't want the guy to flip his shit thinking he's sneaking up on him, but also doesn't want the awkwardness of slowly coming toward someone who can see you from afar. As always, he's got the hatchet in hand, but it's not in any kind of aggressive position. He hefts it over his shoulder as he reaches talking distance.]
Alright, let's do this. You're the guy with the poker? I'm the guy with the food.