While out for a meander on what was perhaps my best foraging run ever, I came across a peculiar character. Despite my nervousness at first I reluctantly kinned him and he abruptly informed me that he was Hans, Glorious Keeper of the Thicket. At first I was skeptical that a man of such lowly stature would bear such a prestigious and saugt after title as Glorious Keeper of the Thicket, but once I saw his certified black trench-coat of thicket keeping I knew that he was the one and only Glorious Keeper of the Thicket. However, it seemed that he might not have had enough will to carry out his duties, as Hans' slight insanity was showing (as well as his extremely fast 60 word per minute typing speed, like how is that even possible). He told me that he contemplated suicide but that this guard post was far better than that which he had in the northern reaches of the world, which he supposedly narrowly escaped from. After that the insanity took over and he began murmuring about needing to import rocks to which I promptly left, wishing only the best for the brave soul who dares to be the Glorious Keeper of the Thicket. Godspeed sir, may your thicket be forever blessed.
tl;dr Nicest guy wearing necro I've ever met