It was around Lunch time, and the sun shone down over Camp. Most members of the Van der Linde gang were either out searching for job leads for Dutch, or in the camp doing their chores and other tasks. Micah, however, was sat by a tree close to the horses with a cleaning cloth in hand as he was polishing up his revolvers, which he did rather..Often and could be heard grumbling indistinctly to himself.