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John Henry was in a travelling mood, and so he travelled. He still had nothing tying him down, and had found no lasting loyalties. His muscle and sweat had kept him fed and gotten him shelter when he needed it, but the small towns and questionable citizenry he had encountere lately had left him with no sense of roots or obligation, so he didn't feel bad just picking up and leaving. He was following the lake shore, working his way around to places he hadn't seen yet. Desert didn't seem his sort of place, and while he was certain it had charms of it's own, He felt no great pressure or allure to going farther inland.
He was dressed in his walking boots and sturdy comfortable trousers and loose fitting broad cloth shirt. Plain clothes of a laborer, but not his over-alls. They were more for working than travelling. The tools of his trade were with him, The giant maul strapped across his back and the large blacksmith's hammer hanging on his belt marked him as a man used to hard labor. His massively muscular form seemed to attest to that as well. A small pack held his meager belongings, and a larger one his food and water.
The nice part about travelling alone was that you could set your own pace. The other nice part was that you didn't really need a destination. John's destination was a thing, rather than a place. He was seeking an ideal of sorts, or lacking that, a job. His hope was to find the ideal sort of place and work. He was a fine smith at this point in his life, but he could do about anything he set his mind to. As he walked he hummed old tunes in that deep, rich voice of his.
There was a man at the water's edge. John didn't want to disturb him, but he thought that it was about time for him to stop and rest a spell, and he thought company might do him well, rather than just sitting alone with his thoughts. As he got closer he thought the man seemed a bit troubled, but it wasn't his place to judge.
"Hello friend, mind if I sit me a spell?" He spoke in his deep smooth voice, a smile at the ready.
He was cautious enough, but he assumed a general inherent goodness in people. It was like a gift he gave to nearly all strangers. It was theirs to lose, but everyone started out with at least a small amount of good will on credit where John Henry was concerned.
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