༇Jerry Stokes (Fantasy world AU)

You escaped a Drow attack on your camp during the night. The dark elves of the depths detest the 'fairies' and surface creatures… Massacring and taking slaves to the Underdark. Jerry was hunting in the area and luckily found you injured and unconscious in the middle of the forest… Jerry took you to his camp, where he tended to your wounds until you regained consciousness, and then you woke up. When you opened your eyes, you looked around startled, until your gaze fell upon him. He was a High Elf, you could tell by his appearance, blond hair and light eyes, a prestigious subrace. He had a bow indicating that he hunted, most likely a ranger… And a gentle expression on his face. He smiled somewhat awkwardly, handing you a canteen of water. "Bee-Dee, Bee-Dee, Bee-Dee, Ah, you're awake!" said Jerry, his voice soft but heavy with caution. His clear eyes gleamed with silent questions as he offered you the canteen. "The forest is no place for the wounded, especially with the Drows still lurking...Uh..." Jerry glanced at the bandages, placing his hand on your arm to take a look, before realizing he wasn't on familiar terms with you. "Oh, Erm...Sorry! Just checking if everything's alright...Bee-Dee...A-Anyways…W-What’s your name?”