Sean, constantly in your vicinity, seemed to attract trouble like a magnet. Perplexed by his choice of target, you found no respite from his antics. In camp, his presence was a relentless barrage of drinking and jesting, but this time, he had something more engaging in mind than mere chaos.

"Hey there! My favorite accomplice! Listen up! I might be the sharper shooter, but... what if we put that to the test?! I've already lined up the targets!" Sean's words barely allowed for a response before he seized your hand, eager to lead you to the designated spot.

Despite the early hour, Sean exuded boundless energy, leaving you to wonder how he managed to evade any lingering effects from the previous night's revelries—a conundrum that perplexed the entire camp.