The Mystery Warrior (Anyone/1st person)

Coming out of the desert, I found myself looking out across a field of grass. Grass...that was something I had only heard of. Now I was looking upon it. My mouth hung open in awe of this beautiful sight before me. A vast field of green, with seemingly nothing else on it for as far as my eyes could see, laid before me. With a bit of uncertaintenty, I struck out across the sea of green. A gentle and cool breeze blows across me as I walk across the grassy field.

OoC: I'm in. Character is in sig. Where's yours?

BiC: I had come across a grassy field and camped there. I was having my first good sleep in quite a while, but then I heard the crunch of grass underfoot.

I see a camp nearby and I just ignore it. I decide to go further, not wishing to disturb the peace of the person or persons at the camp.

"You need some help traveler?" I asked coming out of my tent with my hood up.

OoC: Where is your character?