I found him kneeling in the forest, head bowed, a simple cloth bag beneath a knee. His eyes were closed, and I debated trying to grab it and run, but I was so tired and hungry I presumed he'd catch me easily.
So instead I sat down nearby and coughed.
After a few seconds he finished his prayer and looked over at me.
"Can you help me, Brother?"
"In a way, my son, in a way. Allow me to bless you, kneel down."
I luckily saw the head of the buried body hidden under the bag before he attacked me.
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