You perched down on the pulpy grassland and positioned yourself upright; leaning against a rock, gazing among the valley that laid directly in front of you.

The rock you had sat by, was on the edge of a cliff, and was highly secluded away from camp.

You equipped a book, and propped it onto your leg, slightly stroking the cover before opening the first page.

Un denounced to you was that Micah was about to approach, and the footsteps that were closing in, belonged to him.