Ten was sitting within a tent inside of the camp, cleaning his rifle. With the concerning amount of fiends outside Camp McCarren it wasn't safe for First Recon to move over to Forlorn Hope, they'd just have to wait until some idiot took the bounties for the fiend leaders and hope the person could actually get the job done without disappearing.

Unfortunately who knew how long that could possibly take, better be ready incase anything happens? His eyes gazed up as he looked out there wasn't a whole lot of movement around, not much to do but patrol around, make sure there was no oncoming attacks, most soldiers have already laid back to fake advantage of the quiet, but he just looked back down at his rifle.