ITP: further age-fuckery!
[Camp's full of incomers at the moment. Here's another one]
[This particular stranger looks like he's been in the wars. Mostly because he has. He's bleeding in countless places, filthy, and although he's no longer crying, he has tear-tracks streaking through the mud and blood on his face]
[He's a bit easier to recognise as Roland this time; along with the blue eyes and the black hair, he's got his usual guns back, the big Wild West ones with the sandalwood grips. They're currently empty, as are the bandoliers slung over his shoulders]
[He looks around, confused]
...This cannot be the Clearing. They passed me by!
Yet it certainly is not Jericho Hill.
[[OOC: Roland's been deaged/canon-updated (depending on how you look at it) to twenty-four]]
[[I'm going to bed. You people need to stop keeping me up until 5am]]