I once had a bowl of oatmeal. Raveller stole it and ate it. I was empty and Raveller became full. I miss my bowl of oatmeal, but I don't blame Raveller for Raveller was hungry.

raveller is a man born waaay before his time. he likes shiny things and is easy to trap with a length of rope and a tree. raveller will be nice to your grandmother if she lives next door, even if your grandmother is a crazy bitch.