The camp was quiet, everyone having gone to sleep. Well, almost everyone.

You looked around to make sure no one was awake and crept over to where Kieran was tied to a tree. You felt bad for him.

He was filthy, hungry, and thirsty, yet nobody could do anything about it as instructed by Dutch.

You held a cup of water in your hand and a bowl of stew in the other. Setting the stew down to tap the sleeping man awake. He was forced to sleep upright from the way he was tied.