Arwood's exciting nomadic adventure had temporarily landed him on a strange new island sometime early last night. Since then he'd spent the rest of that evening and the better half of the current morning exploring and collecting small trinkets from inside and around the foreign constructs that inhabited the land. So far his hoard consisted of a few glass shards that varied in vivid color, a couple of buttons, a key that unlocked who knows what, and most excitedly an unopened bottle of wine. With no sure home to call his own and nobody to share his findings with, however, the male decided he'd bury the treasure and come back for it once he'd settled down somewhere. It was better this way, otherwise he'd end up drinking the whole bottle alone or something and drowning in the sea because he thought he was sober enough to swim, or worse. He always did the weirdest shit when he was drunk and bored.
"Good enough." The male beamed at the fresh new hole he'd dug into the earth before beginning to place his cool new stuff inside.
