Javier's eyes dart around camp in a worried manner. He continues shifting positions in his seat, first slouching, then sitting up straight, to holding his chest tightly in a protective way. He has a frown on his face, making it even more obvious he's nervous. And he has every right to be nervous. This new way of Dutch thinking has got everyone walking on egg shells.

The new camp itself is enough to give everyone the chills. It used to be owned by the inhumane gang Murfree Brood before your gang took it over. There is thousands of rumors going around that the place is haunted and it's not suprise. There is skulls in the caves from what you've heard.

Javier keeps on fidgeting in his seat. Someone greets him and he just nods with a hum as he goes back to looking at his pistol and now cleaning it. He is clearly paranoid.