"We should go camping!"

Andy proclaimed on multiple occasions, but not once had he- or you as a matter of fact- made an effort to make good on the idea.

Time had passed and still every night at the saloon, "We should go camping!".. Until, two days ago he stopped by your farm with a hefty list of camping supplies you'd need.

Now the two of you are hiking deeper into Cindersap forest, looking for a good spot to pitch your tents. You slouch under the weight of your backpack, the sun beating down through the trees doesn't do anything to help your situation.

"Don't look so exhausted, farmer!" he gives you a hearty pat on the back, damn near knocking you to the ground, "You can rest once we've found a good spot."