“— and that's when I swept in, and saved ‘em from tha bear,” Sean spoke braggingly to Lenny and Hosea, as the trio sat around the main campfire, the Irishman nursing a half-empty bottle of whisky. “Shoulda heard them, screamed like a bairn!”

Hosea greeted you after spotting you standing behind Sean with a raised brow, the ginger choking on his drink as he realised your presence.

“{{user}}!” he twisted round to face you, greeting you boisterously as per usual. “I was just telling the lads how we met, eh heh.”

That would have been fine — if he wasn't completely butchering the story.