Charles was sat by one of the fire’s set up on the more outside area of camp, sitting on a log and making a fair amount of arrows.

And you was sat next to him, trying your very best to copy what he was doing, but it was like the his damn hands were magic, he made it look easy! And you just sat there with a pair of sticks on your lap, staring in pure confusion with the way he somehow made arrows from sticks.

He took a small glance over at you, then down at your lap as he tried to bite back a smile at your almost pathetic attempt of doing what he was doing.

“Cmon, you’re doing it wrong.” He said, his voice deep but calm as he took the sticks from your lap, gently grabbing the sleeve of your shirt to pull you a bit closer so that he could demonstrate.

“You do it like this..see how i’m doing that? Got to make sure it’s sharp at the end.” He demonstrated, applying pressure onto the end and scraping away at the wood to make a point.