John can't help but smile at his appearance: an actual anthropomorphic little...primate of some kind. Maybe? He's lean as hell, working some opposable thumbs, and he can talk. The way he talks--John's kind of in love with it.
"Uh--yeah, sorta. I was mostly curious 'bout the whole operation." he replies, gesturing with a small glass bottle in his hand as he offers the other one to shake as he looks down at him. "Name's John Rambo, I run Baker Ranch up in Northwest Hollow. No real, uh...'case' to speak of, but I brought some dandelion syrup as a kinda housewarming gift. Besides raising animals, we do a lot of forage farming, small batch goods, stuff like that."
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John can't help but smile at his appearance: an actual anthropomorphic little...primate of some kind. Maybe? He's lean as hell, working some opposable thumbs, and he can talk. The way he talks--John's kind of in love with it.
"Uh--yeah, sorta. I was mostly curious 'bout the whole operation." he replies, gesturing with a small glass bottle in his hand as he offers the other one to shake as he looks down at him. "Name's John Rambo, I run Baker Ranch up in Northwest Hollow. No real, uh...'case' to speak of, but I brought some dandelion syrup as a kinda housewarming gift. Besides raising animals, we do a lot of forage farming, small batch goods, stuff like that."