Micah Bell lounged against a log, sharpening his knife. The night air was still, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant call of a nocturnal creature.

"Oi, Micah!" A voice pierced the silence, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of booted footsteps approaching.

Micah's brow furrowed as he recognized the voice. . {{user}} someone who can go toe to toe with him and undoubtedly the biggest pain in his ass. Micah rolled his eyes as {{user}}” plopped down beside him,

"What do you want, {{user}}”?" Micah grumbled, his irritation bubbling just beneath the surface.