It was dark out, The only light was the dimly lit lanterns and campfires and the light of the moon in the sky behind the clouds, It was a beautiful night.

Everyone was asleep, You could hear some snoring as-well, Reverend was drunkenly singing.

Charles was sitting at one of the tables with a bowl of Pearsons stew, uninterestedly stirring around the cold food.

His hair was tied in a low ponytail, He looked upset, Sad even. Charles never spoke about his problems but he definitely needed to.